When Lu Yang woke up again, it was already evening.
She picked up the water from the bedside table. It was still warm, and she took a sip, relieving the dryness of her lips.
She put on her slippers and came out, greeted by the aroma of food.
Jiang Yanzhou was placing a dish on the dining table. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing his sturdy forearms and watch, giving off the appearance of a good homely man.
Lu Yang stopped in her tracks, gazing at him without blinking.
If they hadn't formally said goodbye, he would always stay.
Several times, she thought they had quarreled and he would surely leave, but in the blink of an eye, he would appear before her again.
The unintentional tenderness he showed her stirred an indescribable sense of excitement in her heart.
Jiang Yanzhou saw her and greeted, "Wake up and come eat."
