The Meaning of the Two Bowls
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Jiang Yu didn't know why he said that. It felt like grasping a straw helplessly while being drowned in a river.
Like Ye Xue said, was it helpful to be sorry?
It was utterly useless.
Zhou Yizuo had been by her side in the past three years, not him.
It was normal for Ye Xue to like Zhou Yizuo.
But he was unwilling.
But what could he do even if he was unwilling?
The hand that held Ye Xue's wrist gradually loosened until it completely released. It felt like it drained all of his strength.
Ye Xue was shocked when she mentioned the bamboo-made bowl. Then she calmed down. There wasn't even a single address or name.
"You rest first. I'm going back." With that, she walked out of the room. Before she left, she even carefully closed the door for him.
She immediately opened the cabinet door and took out the two bowls when she reached her room.