When Su Zhinian was in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to brew, he considered making a glass of brown sugar water for Song Qingchun. He picked up a glass and eventually set it back down.
I have to stop being so ostentatiously good to her; it'll be better that way.
Su Zhinian returned to his study, but he found himself unable to focus. Frustrated, he closed his computer, and his attention wandered out the window. Eventually, he pulled out his phone to order take-out.
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Normally, Song Qingchun would go downstairs to prepare dinner at around 6 pm, but she was not feeling so well that day, so when she reached the kitchen, it was already 6.30 pm.
The doorbell rang when she was preparing to cook. Song Qingchun placed all the ingredients away and headed to the front door.
