Why Were They Fighting?

Xie Shi'an was originally holding a sugar apple and was focused on peeling it.

Hearing this, the fruit knife in his hand shook and he almost cut his hand.

He lowered his head and continued peeling the sugar apple. He only responded after he had peeled more than half of the fruit.

"The fact that she can't see is already a sad matter for Sister Xiaoshuang. I was afraid that if I rashly mentioned it, it would make her sadder, so I didn't ask. After that, you said you could cure her, so I didn't have to ask."

He handed the peeled fruit to Sang Qianqian. "For you."

In the past, Sang Qianqian loved to eat candy and sweet fruits, sugar apples being one of them.

She didn't stand on ceremony and took a bite. The soft and sticky fruit melted in her mouth, and it was fresh and sweet.

"The taste isn't bad, but it's still not enough to win me over."