It was seven in the morning on the next day when Ji Weixi woke up again.
She rubbed her eyes and stretched. The discomfort throughout her body was gone now, but she was feeling even more exhausted.
The curtains were tightly shut as if in fear that someone would be disturbed if sunlight came in.
Ji Weixi sat up, her limbs sore and feeble. She touched the spot beside her by instinct, but it was already cold now.
And there was no one else around.
Could Li Shaoling have become mentally disabled and ran off to play with mud?
Startled by that very thought, Ji Weixi was about to throw the sheets off herself when she heard the door open with a beep.
Li Shaoling entered, carrying breakfast.
He looked refreshed, spirited, and so handsome that no one could tear their eyes away from him.
"You're up?"
He set up the bed table and put the breakfast on it, opening one container after another.
