There weren't a lot of things that could have fazed someone like him. But then again, he had been with Chang'e and that Wu guy he sometimes saw chopping down the laurel tree for a long amount of time to experience a lot of things.
Chan Lee was insistent on him sleeping on the bed despite his rather embarrassing suggestion. It was enough to keep him lying in the bed in the morning and even until she left for her classes.
"Xue?" She had prodded before muttering about sticky notes and asking a favor from Han Jing. She then left the flat without much of a fuss, so when he finally got up from bed—he was left alone once again.
Left on the table was a bowl with a lid, which he could guess was either congee or oatmeal left for him. A fruit basket still held some fresh fruits beside the leftover peaches. She really tried her best to take care of him, his heart twinged slightly.
