The bright rays of the sun began to light on the east. As the morning sunrise set to blanket the glistening crystal blue water of the ocean, the villagers already rose from their beds; ready to set for their own occupation.
However, this is only for the average household of the Island. The Qin Family had no need to rise up early for work but to cater to their morning meal.
At this time, the dining table for breakfast was too quiet. Only the clattering sound of utensils. Qin Fuorong and Qin Ting were too immersed in their meal and neither one didn't bother to speak.
Qin Tao was eating behind Su Ci Yi and Qin Yu, the person who was always loquacious on the dinner table was silent. At this time around, if he's not flattering her, he would put a dish on her plate and talk endlessly but at this moment, he's like a stone statue. Not uttering any single words.
