Yuan Muchun had acted unreliable in front of Wen Xuchen several times, but she was still concerned at the critical moment.
Twenty-four hours later, warm porridge and exquisite dishes were placed in front of him.
After opening the packaging of the chopsticks and handing it to him with both hands, she smiled and said,
"You must be starving. I begged for this shamelessly. You know about Ru Yixuan's porridge, right? Many people can't even make an appointment! It's delicious. Try it."
Wen Xuchen glanced at her calmly and took the chopsticks under her expectant gaze.
"Are you afraid now?"
The smile on Yuan Muchun's face stiffened. In the end, her shoulders slumped and she lowered her head, admitting her mistake sincerely.
"Sorry, I was wrong."
"Think of a way to atone for your sins."
Yuan Muchun shuddered for no reason. For some reason, her words sounded more like "Think about how to die."