“Sir, eat something…”
Chen Ran went upstairs with the remade food and looked at Maxwell, who was leaning against Gwendolyn’s ice coffin and watching her. He felt a little uncomfortable.
Even when he first met her husband when he was a child, the husband who was just rescued and guarded the whole world has never been like this…
At least, the husband at that time would still go to eat instinctively, but he didn’t dare to sleep, didn’t talk, and didn’t let anyone touch him…
That is the human instinct for survival, but now, Mr. even has lost this instinct.
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