Trent opened the lunch box and placed the dishes on the makeshift table in front of me.
Sweet and sour ribs, pig trotters, fried chicken, boneless chicken feet—each dish was fragrant and exactly what I love to eat.
But seeing these, I suddenly remembered how I used to be so busy with my studies that I had no time to cook and had to order takeout every day.
After a little blind boy came into the house, the already pitiful family budget was even more strained.
So I used the excuse that being able to cook was the best dowry for a man, and forced Trent into the kitchen, compelling a blind man to cook.
He painstakingly developed excellent cooking skills.
When Aisha found out about this, she sent four or five voice messages in a row, "Princess, did you forget he's blind? Aren't you afraid he'll get revenge on you later? You're usually so timid, but why are you so tough on that little blind boy?"
I weakly replied, "But he really cooks very well."
"Just eat, Princess. Who can compete with you in eating anyway?"
Thinking about it, even if Trent hates me and wants me to pay the price, it's not entirely his fault.
In fact, I have a small share of responsibility too.
"Haven't you been out long enough to stop wanting to eat my food?"
As I was hanging my head in self-reproach, Trent raised his hand to touch my hair, and I instinctively turned away.
"Baby, do you really not want me to touch you? You weren't like this before." His hand stopped mid-air, and his deep voice carried an unspoken sense of grievance.
I was a bit confused. Wasn't I supposed to suffer a thousand times his pain?
Then what is Trent doing now?
Acting coquettish...???
Or is this some new trick to mess with me?
I see now.
"You weren't like this before"—this statement hides a needle in the silk, retreating to advance, subtly accusing me of my beastly actions toward him over the years.
People in business have great acting skills and sharp minds; even when they scold, it's so tactful and pleasant.
Lucky for me, if my reading comprehension had been a bit weaker, I might have thought he was upset because I had distanced myself from him.
"Trent, how did you recognize me? You've never seen me before."
I once thought that with Trent's near-genius personality, he might recognize me one day after I returned to the country, but I never expected him to unmask me on our first meeting.
Anyway, since I can't keep this hidden any longer, I want to understand it clearly.
There are so many people with similar voices and countless with scars on their wrists; seven years is enough to blur a person's memory.
I don't believe he could skip the suspicion phase and be so certain of my identity based on these alone.
"Sister, if you think about the same person every day, yearn for them for seven years, even dreaming of them, would you fail to recognize them when that person finally stands in front of you?"
Trent stared at me without blinking, his pupils extremely dark and pure. Although his eyes usually held a cold detachment, now they were tumultuous, with reddened rims that suggested he had been crying, evoking a deep sense of pity.
This was in stark contrast to his usual aloof and abstinent image in the media.
He seemed more like a beautiful puppy yearning for its master's embrace after being caught in the rain.
I suddenly understood what the nurse had meant by "he looks like he's about to fall apart."
Unable to determine Trent's true intentions, my mind was a mess, so I simply bowed my head and focused on eating.
At first, I was worried that Trent might have tampered with the food.
With his power and methods, I wouldn't doubt it, it might be that Aisha's grandson is already married, and I'm still stuck in the river without being rescued.
However, after a few bites, I couldn't stop and ended up devouring everything on the plates in one go.
Studying abroad for seven years, I encountered strange and unusual things every day. Eating these foods made me almost cry.
