An Ning's steps were slow, but she still made her way to An Yu.
Kneeling down, An Ning handed him the pastry in her hand, "Can you eat by yourself?"
The words she just said to Yan were simply an excuse to personally deliver the items.
In reality, An Yu's injury was on his back, not his arm, so he wasn't so incapacitated that he couldn't hold anything.
However, he stubbornly turned his head away, "I won't eat, I'm not hungry."
How could that be possible? His hunger wasn't as bad as Yan's, but at this moment, his stomach was also growling.
An Ning also knew he was mad at her.
It seemed their conversations were always so confrontational.
Not entirely, An Ning knew that An Yu had always been very accommodating, while she was the one being confrontational.
"I'm sorry."
She didn't want it to be like this, yet sometimes she just couldn't help herself.
