"… Thank you." At the mention of breakfast, Song Chuyi realized he was indeed a little hungry.
"Look at yourself—you're drinking coffee on an empty stomach again. Just like in the past." Song Yunyang walked over with a frown, throwing the coffee straight into the bin. "Did you forget that you have a weak stomach?"
Song Chuyi looked at the cup of coffee and rubbed his glabella. "My stomach is quite okay now. Thanks for today."
"No problem. I know your medical skills very well. Whether as a doctor or a colleague, or… something else, I cannot pretend to not see it." Song Yunyang softened her voice melancholically.
Song Chuyi locked the frown on his face and was silent for a while before saying, "Right, I heard you worked at a hospital in a war-torn country before. Is that true?"
"Yeah." Song Yunyang laughed in self-mockery. "I saw that you went to Africa to work previously and went because I wanted to be closer to you."
