The chopsticks fell out of Sun Yuhan's hand with a clunk. She shuddered. Strange, considering there was no wind. The coldness was beneath her skin, inside her bones.
She lifted the bowl again, but her appetite was gone.
She shoved the bowl forward. Right now, she didn't have the slightest desire to eat. She wondered if Lu Qin had signed the divorce agreement. Hurry up and sign it already, she thought, I don't have time to play games with you. Platonic love was clearly out of the question.
Plus, there hadn't been much love in the first place. She had been infatuated with him for his looks, but that was over. Give it enough time and the prettiest flower wilts, just as the most handsome of faces gets boring to look at. She had grown tired of him. Besides, what good is a man without his tool? A man with a third tail is infinitely more common than a frog with three legs.