"Morning," Song Qinghuan greeted Wen Zhaozhao, who didn't seem to be in good spirits. Seeing her poor complexion, she frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you? Your face looks so pale; are you sick?"
Wen Zhaozhao touched her own face, then smiled faintly, "I'm not sick, but I didn't sleep well last night."
Shi Yuhuan had already finished breakfast and gone to work, and Jin Lin was still sleeping, leaving just the two of them at the dining table.
Song Qinghuan took a sip of milk and then stared at her steadily, "Do you have something on your mind? If you don't mind, you can talk to me about it..."
"No..." Wen Zhaozhao looked down, picked up her breakfast, and started eating.
At this moment, Zishi enthusiastically ran over to Wen Zhaozhao and rubbed against her legs.
Wen Zhaozhao reached out and rubbed the big guy's head and then smiled at it, making Zishi ecstatically lick and wag its tongue.
