Zhao Bai walked forward in silence, chewing on a cream puff from the hotel. The chefs had already tried their best, but the texture was still lacking. From a professional standpoint, the cream was not as light as his homemade version.
He ate only one, leaving the remaining cream puffs in the box at his side.
Better save them for someone else.
The motorcycle streaked through the air. The sun hung at the horizon, its final dim yellow rays sinking into the earth. Zhao Bai's mood was like this dusk, utterly tranquil.
At last, he saw Durandal.
Durandal seemed never to have left, hovering above the churning sea with an extremely solemn expression.
"You didn't go eat?"
Zhao Bai asked curiously. Durandal froze for a moment, then reached out to touch her stomach. Only then did she finally feel a hint of hunger. Her pretty face flushed, and she seemed a little embarrassed.
"Ah, I was too excited and forgot to eat."
"..."
Zhao Bai raised the box in his hand. "Don't be like that. Eating is the most important thing in life; you can't forget it no matter what. I brought cream puffs. Want some?"
There was no answer, but her actions silently confirmed it.
Durandal took the food box and opened it curiously. The puffs had gone a little cold, and there were also two sugar doughnuts inside. They seemed to have been casually grabbed from the hotel buffet table rather than carefully prepared.
He hadn't put any status-affecting drugs in them, had he?
She was puzzled. It was not that she was afraid; it was simply that she would not be able to fight with all her strength and enjoy herself fully. That would be such a shame.
With the sugar replenishing her body, Durandal's stomach finally