"Okay," said Yan Huan as she reached for a Chinese breadstick. She took a large, unladylike bite out of it.
And then she handed her breadstick to Lu Yi.
Lu Yi took a bite out of it as well, not at all bothered by the fact that she had already taken a bite out of it.
Yan Huan happily ate the rest of the breadstick after that. She had a feeling this lovey-dovey breakfast would keep her full for the next three days.
By the time Luo Lin and Yi Ling woke up, it was almost nine in the morning. The breakfast that had been set out for them had gone cold, but they did not mind. Hot or cold, food was food.
Their routine was now out of sync with Yan Huan's. They were still asleep when Yan Huan woke up, and when they ate breakfast Yan Huan was already busy packing her things.
Inside her room, Yan Huan knelt before her suitcase. She opened it and extracted the beautiful box she had hidden inside.
