Xiang Wan steadied her mind, put down her phone, got out of bed, washed up, and didn't head downstairs until she was ready.
Zuo Xingyun sat at the dining table, upright and proper. In front of him, along with fried eggs and breakfast buns, there was also a cup of coffee. Xiang Wan's, on the other hand, differed only in drink; hers was freshly squeezed orange juice.
In the past, for breakfast and before bedtime, Xiang Wan always drank milk. Not long after the family incident, milk had almost vanished from sight.
She hadn't explicitly banned the presence of milk—it was Zuo Xingyun who had instructed this, and it wasn't until today that she noticed this detail.
Noticing she was eyeing the coffee in front of him, Zuo Xingyun raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you want to drink this?"
"No," Xiang Wan picked up the juice and took a sip, "Don't you have trouble sleeping? Why drink coffee?"
