When he remarked about her appetite, Xi Xiaye was stunned for a moment and her expression instantly darkened. She shot him a look and then stood up slightly ashamedly to tidy up the bowls and plates before her.
"I'll put the bowls and chopsticks away..."
However, she seemed to have forgotten about how injured her shoulder was. She had just lifted her left arm and picked the plates up when a sharp pain immediately seared, making her hand subconsciously let go.
Clank!
The crisp sound of the ceramic shattering rang out. A beautiful plate had just announced its death.
Xi Xiaye immediately frowned to see the ceramic pieces that had shattered all over her feet. She squatted down and awkwardly started to clean it up, yet just as a finger touched the sharp ceramic shard, she felt a sting and before she could react, a drop of blood had dripped down her finger.
"How foolish!"