Blood On Your Hand

Feng Xuan did not want to treat Qing Chen that way. Swear to whoever was up there, she did not mean to come off as a cold person. The night before, Qing Chen looked like he was having a hard time. She wanted to ask him what happened at work and what he was stressing about.

But she couldn't.

There was a sort of barrier that formed in her chest. She wanted to break it down but she guessed that she took it too hard when she found out that she somehow irritated Qing Chen.

She didn't want to acknowledge that she was an irritating wife.

That was it.

She was embarrassed for herself.

With things still calm in YANG, Feng Xuan had time to visit Gretel's—both branches. She was already making space in her mind that she was going to add new items in the menu, or limited specials to try it out with the customers.