This was the first time in a long while that Mo Nanze had taken the initiative to suggest they eat out.
Luo Xueshu was delighted and quickly responded, "I'll have someone bring some food up."
Mo Nanze shook his head, "Let's go out to eat."
Across from him, Luo Xueshu showed a hint of surprise but then nodded, "Okay."
Mo Nanze's daily routine had returned to normal.
He was no longer spending days and nights by Lu Yinfeng's bedside, neglecting meals and growing increasingly gaunt.
He began to work.
Cool and rational as if those events had never happened.
But Luo Xueshu could see, he was merely putting on a brave front!
No one could truly understand the psychological pressure Mo Nanze was under; he was only using work to numb himself, to extract himself from immense pain.
She felt relieved, yet her heart ached.
Every time she saw Mo Nanze enter the bathroom and then come out with his cheek and forehead hairs damp, she knew he had washed his face with cold water again.