Zhan Qipei dared not delay, so he prepared the medicine himself and drank it.
The next morning.
Qiao Jing got out of bed early and made breakfast.
As she sat at the dining table eating porridge, she saw Zhan Qipei emerge from the room.
Dark circles hung under the man's eyes, clearly indicating a sleepless night.
Qiao Jing indifferently withdrew her gaze and adjusted her turtleneck sweater to cover all the marks from the previous day left by the man.
"Eat breakfast."
Zhan Qipei's deep voice was somewhat hoarse, and his face looked listless.
"Hmm."
Neither spoke during the meal.
After cleaning up her dishes, Qiao Jing went back to her room and pulled out a suitcase.
She then opened the wardrobe and began packing clothes into the suitcase.
Hearing the noises from the woman's room, Zhan Qipei rushed anxiously to the doorway.
Seeing Qiao Jing packing her things, his dark eyes dimmed, with their marriage certificate and other items still on the bed.