While waiting for the food, neither of them said a word.
Jinxing simply observed her quietly. After days of not seeing her, she looked even more haggard. The sickly pallor on her face was pronounced, and she had lost the radiant spirit she once carried. Unconsciously, it felt as though his heart had been squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, causing him pain.
Yining was aware that he was watching her but chose to ignore it, keeping her gaze lowered as she stared at a random spot, lost in thought.
Their silence didn't feel awkward to either of them — both were merely preoccupied with their own inner turmoil.
Soon, the dishes they had ordered were brought to the table.
Jinxing said, "I don't know if I ordered the dishes you like. If you don't, feel free to order something else."
Yining glanced at the array of delicacies on the table, smiling faintly—though it was unclear whether it was mocking. "You picked well. Most of these are my favorites."