There have been sweet ones between them.
After watching for a while, Haitong turned away, walked to the sofa and sat down, turned on the TV but couldn’t watch it.
Every now and then, War Yin would poke his head out to check on her movements.
Inside, he was nervous.
Not knowing what she wanted to talk to him about, or what decision she would actually make.
War Yin laughed to himself inwardly; his calmness, his self-control, had gone out of control after he met Hai Tong.
An hour or so later.
The simple dinner prepared by War Yin was ready.
Three dishes and one soup.
Whether it was the dishes or the soup, they were all Hai Tong’s favourite food.
He finished the bowl of soup for Hai Tong and served her rice and dishes before handing her the chopsticks.
Hai Tong looked at him and said, “Zhan Yin, don’t be too nice to me.”
“Fool, you’re my wife, who am I good to if I’m not good to you.”
“I’m afraid, I’ll let you down.”
“It’s all right, I can accept either hope or disappointment, as long as you don’t mention divorce to me or leave me, I can afford to wait as long as you want to stay at my sister’s.”
“Tong Tong, as long as you remember that you have me as your husband waiting for you at home to come back, I’ll be satisfied.”
Hai Tong gave him a chopstick of food, “Eat first.”
War Yin was flattered, “Wife, I’ll do it myself, your hand is injured, it’s right for me to take care of you.”
“I hurt my left hand, it doesn’t affect my right hand to pick up the food, eat, you’ve been busy for so long since you came back, eat more.”
With that, she gave him some more food.
War Yin was nervous.
The more she became nice to him, the more nervous and scared he became, not knowing what big pit was waiting to bury him.
After the meal, it was natural for War Yin to clean up the dishes.
He deliberately dawdled and took another hour before he walked across to sit down with Hai Tong.
With a serious expression like a primary school student in class, he asked Hai Tong, “Tong Tong, I’m mentally prepared, you pronounce the sentence.”
Hai Tong: “…… I just want to communicate with you, being said by you like this, it seems like you are going to the guillotine.”
He looked at her with deep eyes and said deeply, “For me, this moment is like going to the guillotine.”