Wei Anning sat on the bed, her cheeks flushed and beads of sweat glistening on the tip of her nose. She stared at the closed door. Without having to face Leng Youchen, she felt at ease, yet at the same time, there was an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart.
She withdrew her gaze and looked at the breakfast placed on the bedside table, her stomach growling with hunger.
She rubbed her belly and carefully moved to the edge of the bed, accidentally touching her wound and wincing in pain. It took a long time for that indescribable pain to fade away.
She leaned over to pick up the tray, which contained several delicate breakfast items, including her favorite crystal buns and sliced fish porridge, both of which made her mouth water. Aunt Liu really doted on her, knowing exactly what she liked to eat.
Not like Leng Youchen, with his deep scheming, even the food he provided for her was for his own convenience....
