Xia Yangyang went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of dumplings.
Shepherd's-purse pork filling—Xia Yangyang's favorite flavor.
The wild herbs added a fresh fragrance when tasted.
As her stomach gradually filled, Xia Yangyang felt as though energy was being injected into her body.
Gu Qichen had always been the one making sacrifices for her.
This time, no matter what, she had to be brave.
After all, it wasn't just about the two of them; it also concerned Shengyuan and the fate of countless families.
Xia Yangyang finished a bowl in one go.
Then she went back to her room to sleep.
Xia Yangyang set the alarm clock.
Though she didn't sleep at all throughout the night.
Xia Yangyang woke up very early.
She showered, cooked breakfast, and after eating, she tidied herself up a bit, applied light makeup, and then left the house.
It was early spring.
The weather wasn't that cold anymore.
Today's weather was extremely nice.
