Daisy glanced at Carl's ugly Sydney, but couldn't hide her smile, "Half one person, I can't finish that much."

Although he had already cut half of a big pear, she really has no appetite now, and this is the fruit of his labor, so she has to share it with him anyway...

"You're such an idiot! How can anyone share pears? To share pears is to separate..."

He rolled his eyes at her displeasedly. For a moment, the serious energy in Carl's eyes made Daisy feel distressed.

"How superstitious! Thank you for reading! You are no different from those superstitious grandmothers."

Daisy curled her lips indifferently, holding the pear in...