He glanced at Jiho again, noting the slight tension in her posture, the way her eyes flickered from her bowl to him, ensuring he was eating well. It touched him deeply.
"It might not be that bad," he thought, feeling a flicker of hope. He continued eating, his movements becoming more relaxed, the initial tension in his shoulders slowly easing.
With each bite, he felt more at ease, appreciating Jiho's effort to bridge the gap between them.
As they finished eating and both of them put their chopsticks down, Jiho stood up and began to collect the bowls. Her movements were graceful and deliberate, a soft hum escaping her lips as she worked.
"Wait... my lady, let me do it," Mer Chu said, his voice urgent. Seeing his newly wedded wife taking the utensils that he had just eaten from, he hastily stood up. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed Jiho's hand to stop her.