The next morning, Lihua yawned and stretched her arms. After Wei slept beside, watching her sleep, Lihua didn't have any more bad dreams. Subconsciously, she was reassured to have Wei by her side, and she felt protected.
She looked beside her but didn't find Wei sleeping.
Did he leave already?
She clenched the bedsheet in her fist. It was always supposed to be like that. This was supposed to be the last night, after which, they would never cross paths again. Her chest tightened with pain.
But to her shock, their paths did cross again just a minute later when Lihua stepped out of her room. She smelled something delicious in the air and heard the crisp sound of something crackling and frying in the pan.
Wei was cooking in the kitchen.
"..."
Here she started her morning with a heartbreak, and here Wei was casually cooking.
"*Ahem!*"
Wei turned and beamed. He swiftly went to her side. "Good morning."
"G-Good morning," she peeked at the kitchen, "That…"
"Cooking breakfast."
