Shen Nie's face carried a slight smile as he picked up his chopsticks and served Ming Mei a helping of squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, "Try this, you used to love it."
Ming Mei did not move, "I don't like it anymore."
Right now, she didn't like anything because her mind was filled with thoughts of revenge, of murder.
Beyond that, she thought of nothing else.
Though she ate and drank every day, she never really tasted anything.
Ming Mei stared intently into Shen Nie's eyes, "What, you can't tell me either?"
Shen Nie put down his chopsticks, "I really want to tell you, but I can't."
Ming Mei asked coldly, "Why?"
Shen Nie lowered his head, lacking the courage to meet Ming Mei's eyes, "I myself want to kill her, but I can't."
That woman should have died long ago, but he couldn't kill her. His status restrained his hands, preventing him from acting against her.
Ming Mei sneered, "Is she from the royal family?"
Shen Nie nodded, "Yes."
