Thinking about her mother coming to visit her, Song Fengwan was in a good mood and had a good night's rest.
Early next morning, she woke up as usual and sat at the dining table to eat breakfast.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Fu Chen coming downstairs. He was wearing a long robe with a white shirt and black pants. The buttons on his collar were undone, revealing a fair neck that complemented him to look elegant and proud.
His fingers casually rolled up his sleeves, and his expression was lazy.
Their gazes met for a moment before he quickly looked away and turned to Uncle Nian. "What's for breakfast?"
"Steamed dumplings and millet porridge."
Song Fengwan lowered her head to eat. She felt as though there was a gust of wind that carried his scent when he passed by her.
She suddenly remembered his appearance when his bathrobe loosened last night…
… and her heart skipped a beat.
