Xirong Ziye knew that he had neglected Bai Yaoyao in the past. If she could really come back, he could accompany her to buy everything that she liked. He would go anywhere that she wanted to. He would do everything as long as she was happy.
He knew that for that to happen, he had to take care of his body. If he were sick, he wouldn't be able to take care of her and pamper her.
Sighing, Xirong Ziye sat and began eating.
He had no appetite at all, but he started with a mouthful of congee to dampen his throat, and then ate bit by bit.
He felt rather sick eating and wanted to throw everything up. However, he held it in and ate his meal slowly.
After half an hour, Xirong Ziye only ate half a bowl of rice.
After a while, he heard the sounds of firecrackers going off outside, and he put down his chopsticks. His heart was growing lonelier and colder.