He listened to the morning's lessons in a daze, and then it was time for lunch.
Today, the cafeteria made spinach stir-fried with shrimp again.
Seeing the spinach, Chuanchuan instinctively frowned.
Then he said subconsciously, "Cheng Youyou, after you've picked out the spinach, don't eat it yourself, just throw it away. If the teacher says anything, tell her I don't mind..."
After he finished speaking, there was no response from the empty space across from him for a long time.
Chuanchuan paused, and only then did he belatedly realize that she... had already left...
Never again would there be a silly little girl picking out spinach for him, scared of being scolded by the teacher, pretending to like spinach as she forced herself to eat it even though she also hated it.
At that thought, a wave of sadness welled up in Chuanchuan's heart.
At this moment, a pair of chopsticks reached over and started picking out the spinach from his plate, one by one.
