Looking around, there seems to be someone on the table not far from Li Fei who hasn't finished his food.

Ten thousand white rice, a dish of spicy tofu, a pair of chopsticks and a cup, but the cup seems to be self-contained, not like a disposable cup in a hospital restaurant. The edge of the cup is damaged, and the pattern on it has been somewhat blurred because of years of friction.

Suddenly, gently, the cup felt familiar. Her brain exploded with a rub.

stood up violently and staggered for a moment, but gentle and unconcerned, slowed down and then raised his foot to catch up with the figure....