chapter 197 at least i won't

The early morning sunlight shines on the pure white dining table through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. On both sides of the dining table, Penelope and I sat opposite each other, eating breakfast and chatting. Penelope put her half-eaten red bean cake onto my plate and said, "It's too sweet." Even before, I didn't mind eating her leftovers. I picked up the pastry that was bitten like a crescent moon and said to her in a funny way, "You can turn everything into a work of art. Open your...