A great silence filled the dining hall. A delicate spread of dishes lay untouched on the table—steamed dumplings, stir-fried vegetables, a warm bowl of congee, and a fragrant herbal soup, all prepared to perfection.
Xia Yuqing sat silently at the end of the table, her gaze fixed on the food before her. She picked up her chopsticks but didn't lift them. For some reason, she just… wasn't hungry.
With a quiet sigh, she pushed the plate away and stood up. "I'm not hungry," she mumbled slowly, then turned and walked away before Fei Ruyan could stop her.
That night, the silence followed her like a shadow. Lying on her bed, Xia Yuqing tossed and turned, growing restless and uneasy with each passing second. No matter how many times she flipped her pillow or closed her eyes, sleep refused to come.
She missed him.
She missed Lu Jinchen.
