"You're weak, and you haven't eaten for a day. I've made you some spaghetti. Have a few bites."
As she spoke, she brought me a plate of spaghetti from the kitchen.
Smelling the aroma, I was indeed hungry.
Even so, I shook my head and said, "Lucy, I don't have an appetite at all."
In my previous life, when I learned of Gary's death, I felt as if the world was falling apart.
During that time, Lucy stayed with me. One day, she asked me to eat some spaghetti, which caused me to be in a coma for a few days.
Now that I knew that she had secretly added something to the spaghetti, of course, I wouldn't go anywhere near it.
She was a little anxious and said, "Tilda, please!
"You are weak and have hypoglycemia. Not to mention that you haven't eaten for a day. What should I do if anything happens to you?
"Be good and take a few bites, OK? Don't fall sick. That's your main task for now!"
If I hadn't known what kind of person she was, I would have been deceived by her exquisite acting skills.
She came to me with the plate of spaghetti, and I raised my hand and knocked it over.
The spaghetti spilled on her arm. She shook it and exclaimed in pain.