Actually, this scene of falling leaves was beautiful.
Yet, for some reason, it also made one feel a little wistful.
Though fallen leaves returned to their roots, the leaves that grew back would never be the same ones as before.
The noodles that had been brought over were no longer steaming.
Xiao Xiao stirred them a few times with his chopsticks.
After thinking it over, and in the spirit of not wasting food, Xiao Xiao started eating.
The noodles still had a little warmth when he put them in his mouth.
The taste was nothing to write home about, but it wasn't as bad as he'd imagined.
Still, this was the first time he'd ever eaten with crying as background noise from so close by.
What a... novel experience.
Xiao Xiao set down his chopsticks.
He turned his head to look at the mushroom person, who had apparently cried herself to exhaustion and was now sitting on the tabletop diagonally in front of him.
Her eyes were red and swollen, like walnuts.
Tears kept streaming from the corners of her eyes.
He suddenly worried that if this mushroom person kept crying, she might get dehydrated.
Because right now, she looked... like a dry... shiitake mushroom.
Though the timing was a little inappropriate, Xiao Xiao's lips curled up slightly.
He brought over the chopstick holder and set it behind the mushroom person.
His movement made her look up at him.
Her face was streaked with tears, and her grief-stricken expression paused for a moment.
Using the chopstick holder to shield his movement, Xiao Xiao reached out and gently stroked the mushroom person's head with one finger. His voice was soft and low. "Don't cry anymore."
"If you keep crying, I'll probably have to ask the waiter for a glass