But now, he said "finally".

He finally wanted to give up, maybe, because of the baby in her belly?!

Shanel nodded: "Okay, you go out and rest, and I'll do it. Don't touch the water with your wound, go take care of it."

"It's okay." He smiled, "Your hand is also injured."

Chanel's right hand was injured, but after such a long time, the wound has healed and scabbed, and it is almost healed.

Chanel pushed Mu Xicheng and pushed him out of the kitchen. After a while, when she was getting the plate, she saw him coming back, leaning against the kitchen door, staring at her.

The eyes were warm, yet full of nostalgia and reluctance.

He looked at her so hard, as if he wanted to carve her impression into his mind and never forget it for the rest of his life.

Shanel was a little panicked when she saw it, so she quickly turned around and continued busy with what she was doing.

Even without looking back, she seemed to be aware of his gaze, always staring at her and looking at her.

Mu Xicheng is really unusual.

Ever since she woke up from the coma, he has been acting strange... maybe it's because of the baby.

Chanel bit her lower lip, trying her best to forget those two looks and not letting herself think too much.

After a while, two steaming bowls of noodles were served on the table.

However, due to physical problems, the portions given by Chanel to the two of them were very different. Mu Xicheng's portion was at least double that of hers, and she also had two poached eggs.

Mu Xicheng smiled lightly and said, "Do you think I'm a pig?"

"Eat more, you've lost weight."

Chanel originally answered casually, but she felt the figure beside her move. She quickly added: "You look too thin."

She didn't want him to know that she paid attention to him.

I have indeed lost weight. I have lost at least five or six pounds recently. My already thin chin has become more pointed and the lines are particularly sharp.

By this time, it was already bright outside.

The dining table is in front of the wooden window. Some sunlight shines in through the glass of the mirror, casting a cross-shaped square pattern on the tablecloth.

The two sat opposite each other, Mu Xicheng's face was a little pale, and it looked even brighter in the sunlight.

The light in November was strong but not warm, shining coldly on his brows.

His hand was bandaged casually, and it looked like he had a little difficulty using chopsticks...

Chanel rolled up the noodles with her chopsticks, blew on them, and said to Mu Xicheng: "You can eat it like this. This way, your hands will not have to work hard, and it will be separated from the soup, so it will not be so hot."

Mu Xicheng smiled: "I'm fine."

His eyes glanced at her empty neck and said slowly: "Xia Nai, I have a gift for you that is four years late."

As he spoke, he took out the sapphire blue brocade box that he had prepared and opened it. Inside lay a silver necklace, and the pendant was a pearl as big as a glass bullet.

Shanel was stunned, pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mu, I..."

"Don't refuse in a hurry." Mu Xicheng put the box on the table and said quietly, "I want to tell you a story. After you listen, you can decide whether you want it or not, okay?"

Chanel would definitely not want it, but since he said so, she could only nod: "You say it."

After saying that, she still refused.

Mu Xicheng raised her enchanting lips and looked at the pearl:
Chapter completed!