He did not frown or find it unpalatable.
His expression was solemn.
One piece, then another.
Watching Yu Sheng, Liu Qingfeng felt a pang in his heart. He had been about to spit his food out, but silently began chewing as Yu Sheng did.
It still tasted awful.
That bitterness swept through his mouth.
The burnt parts even caught in his throat, but Liu Qingfeng forced himself to swallow them.
Dinner passed in silence.
The two of them, one older and one younger, ate quietly like that until they had finished every dish on the table.
"Thank you, sir."
Yu Sheng looked at Liu Qingfeng as he spoke.
Liu Qingfeng looked conflicted. "Doesn't it taste bad?"
"As long as it's food, it doesn't taste bad." Yu Sheng shook his head, then stood up and carried the dishes into the kitchen, washing them carefully.
Watching Yu Sheng busy himself, Liu Qingfeng felt nothing but bitterness.
As long as it's food, it doesn't taste bad...
Those words shook him somewhat.
But that was true. At the Demon-Suppressing Pass... even a piece of meat roasted black would be eaten with relish.
Had he himself not once been the same?
It was just that after returning to the rear, he had gradually forgotten his own past.
The difference... was that Yu Sheng had held on to it all along.
If the Demon-Suppressing Pass held back the Demon Clan, then Sin City... held back the human heart.
For a moment, a little understanding dawned in Liu Qingfeng's heart.
He simply watched Yu Sheng like that...
Night fell.
In the spare bedroom, Yu Sheng lay down on the bed, casually gripping a dagger in his hand. A cocked crossbow lay beside his pillow.
But in the moonlight, looking at the brand-new schoolbag in the corner, the