She sipped the thick soup—Mu Liang had made it himself. He had never before completed a full Western meal, yet this lobster bisque was incredibly authentic. As he said, one should not fail to appreciate good food, for one can genuinely sense the heart in culinary creations.
What she tasted was utter despair.
As the steak slowly diminished, she felt nothing, her mind entangled in complexity. Mu Liang dined silently, with impeccable manners. She suddenly remembered the night they had declared their love—Mu Liang in his white suit, dazzling and extraordinary.
She said to Mu Liang, "I want to be the only red rose in your life."
Mu Liang replied, "Okay."
Her heart ached persistently. She didn't know how to alleviate this pain.
