Wen Xinya couldn't quite believe that she had a dreamless night.
As she had been used to Si Yiyan's hug and warmth over the years, as he hadn't been by her side for the past two nights, she had already had trouble sleeping for the past two consecutive nights, tossing and turning in bed.
Wen Xinya reached out beside her and indeed felt emptiness—no one seemed to have slept there. Although she felt somewhat disappointed, she wasn't depressed.
She flipped over and could still seem to smell his mildly elegant scent unique to him, making her feel at ease.
Wen Xinya washed up. Although Si Yiyan was absent in the huge office, a sumptuous breakfast laid on the glass tea table—it was her favorite oriental breakfast and seafood porridge.
Feeling Si Yiyan's meticulous care, Wen Xinya ate breakfast in a good mood. However, when she smelled the fishy smell of the seafood porridge, a disgusting feeling rose from her stomach to her throat and almost made her puke.
