Gu Xici quietly watched Jiang Yi like this, his hand resting on his knee now clenched into a fist.
With an unchanged expression, he asked, "What's the matter? Don't like it?"
Jiang Yi didn't look at him, instead picking up the knife and fork beside her and starting to eat breakfast.
She didn't say whether she liked it or not, she simply was unwilling to accept his gift.
Seeing that Jiang Yi remained silent, Gu Xici didn't ask any further.
The atmosphere at the breakfast table was exceptionally oppressive.
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Last night's rainstorm had left the morning air exceptionally fresh.
Gu Xici was directing the servants and bodyguards, transforming the lawn in the courtyard into a garden, planting rows of flowers that Jiang Yi liked.
Jiang Yi quietly watched all of this.
