Su Chaoyang had practiced martial arts from a young age, and his movements were agile yet gentle. Now that the night was deep and quiet, any noise might wake someone up, so he deliberately repressed his actions, holding his breath and focusing his attention.
After about ten minutes, when he had prepared a bowl of tomato and egg noodles in the kitchen, no one knew at all. It could be described as completely undetected.
Carrying the noodles upstairs, he found the key to the room on the doorframe and opened it gently.
At that time, Mu Xiangwan had cried herself out of strength, sobbing under the covers and gasping for breath. When she heard someone opening the door, she suddenly sat up and looked toward the door, thinking it was her mother bringing her some food.
But surprisingly, it was Su Chaoyang!
"Xiaowan, let's eat..." At that moment, when their eyes met, Su Chaoyang said this softly.
