Jane Sampson stood there waiting for a long ti, until Jas Black finished hanging up the clothes, she finally heard him speak.
"You don’t need to go."
After saying that, Jas Black returned to the bedroom, glanced back at her, "I’ll bring breakfast when I co back."
Saying this, he left alone.
Although his attitude wasn’t too warm, he still took care of her, and he would even wash her clothes.
But Jane Sampson knew, Jas Black was really angry.
Jane Sampson sat on the balcony blowing in the wind, now truly fully awake.
She really didn’t expect pretending to be sick would make Jas Black so, so angry.
After a long ti, until there were sounds outside again, Jane Sampson finally ca in from the balcony.
She went to the living room, Jas Black had already set the breakfast on the table.
"I’ll get the tableware!" Jane Sampson volunteered to get two sets of tableware from the kitchen, but after sitting down, she realized that Jas Black had only brought back one breakfast.
He had eaten outside.
From the ti he put down the breakfast to when she sat down, Jas Black hadn’t spoken a word to her, yet he helped pour the buns and peanut soup into a bowl, after doing these things, he quietly walked away.
Jane Sampson’s heart mysteriously tightened.
A bit sour.
And a bit bitter.
She didn’t want Jas Black to ignore her.
But Jas Black had already gone into the study, without even looking at her.
Before, Jane Sampson’s favorite peanut soup, her favorite bean paste bun, today as they went into her mouth, felt not sweet at all, felt like putting them into her mouth made them taste bitter.
This was the first ti Jane Sampson, at this age, understood what it felt like to have no appetite without being sick.
Tasteless.
The breakfast Jas Black brought back, she ate for a long ti, and barely finished half of it.
After tidying up the dinner table, Jane Sampson pretended to pass by the study, and glanced at Jas Black in the study.
He wasn’t reading.
He was practicing calligraphy in the study.
White paper, black ink, contrasting with Jas Black’s increasingly cold deanor.
Jane Sampson stood there watched for a few seconds, but didn’t dare to step forward.
Ever since he joined the troops, Jas Black usually didn’t have much ti to pick up a pen and practice calligraphy.
Only when he’s in a great mood.
Or when he’s in a very bad mood, would he grab a brush in the study and write alone.
Jas Black ntioned that writing can help him calm down slowly.
Jane Sampson sat on the sofa in the living room, her little hands fiddling and twisting with the sofa cushion.
Whether to glance toward the study room doorway, checking if Jas Black ca out yet.
Her heart anxious.
When she was a child, even after doing sothing wrong, she never felt this anxious.
A heart, all over the place.
She was waiting, waiting for Jas Black to co out and scold her harshly.
After he finished scolding, she would admit her mistake, this matter could be over then.
Otherwise, she could act coy and soothe him a little? This matter could definitely be over then!
But Jane Sampson waited and waited, until 11 o’clock, Jas Black didn’t seem like he was coming out of the study.
Jane Sampson bit her lip, taking tiny steps toward the study doorway.
One peek.
Jas Black was still there with his head down writing.
There were piles of papers of his writing next to him.
"Jas Black." Jane Sampson tentatively called out to him, saying, "I’m going to cook now~"
The person in the study didn’t raise his head and rely humd in response.
Jane Sampson stood there without moving, her little hand twisting the buttons on her clothes, asking softly, "Do you want to help wash the vegetables?"
Jas Black finally stopped the pen in his hand and placed it onto the pen holder.
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