Then she returned to her room.
When Ji Zhihan returned to the living room, he smelled the aroma of food again.
His eyes moved across the room and landed on a bowl of rice on the coffee table, with a spoon beside it.
The gloom on Ji Zhihan's face seemed to fade at this moment.
He walked over, picked up the spoon, and without any hesitation, began to eat voraciously.
He told himself that he was indeed hungry.
The food on set was never appetizing.
He preferred home-cooked meals, which is why he finished the large bowl of rice Su Yin had prepared for him, leaving not a grain behind.
After eating, Ji Zhihan's mood noticeably improved.
He went back to his room.
Su Yin had just finished tidying up and was still looking around the room.
In truth, she had very few possessions in the room. Ji Zhihan didn't permit her to mingle her belongings with his, but for convenience, things like her toothbrush, towel, and pajamas would be kept here.
