At home, she used to eat so little that sometimes he felt she couldn't possibly be full.
"I'm hungry— I barely ate anything today," she said, pouting slightly and feeling somewhat aggrieved.
Huo Jingting poured her a glass of juice, "Have some juice."
Gu Nanqiao took it and drank a few sips, remembering the way he had just spaced out, she asked in a lowered voice, "Do you come here often?"
The way the restaurant manager had interacted with him suggested it wasn't only once or twice.
Moreover, how distracted he had just been, looking deeply troubled, his gaze drifting as if he were recalling something.
"No, just a few times," he replied, pulling out two tissues from the box to wipe the grease off her mouth corners, "But I used to eat this a lot in the United States."
Going out to eat, she reasoned, probably wasn't just by himself. Gu Nanqiao narrowed her eyes, "With whom?"
Huo Jingting's expression briefly softened, but he quickly masked it, "A friend."
