First, to see that poor old lady she found it hard to let go of, and second, because it was rare for her to get out, she really didn't want to go back and have an awkward staredown with that cold King of Hell.
Strangely enough, that man had tormented her all of last night, but when she woke up in the morning, as usual, her clean clothes were laid out at the head of the bed, and a steaming hot breakfast was all ready.
There were definitively no orderlies in Jingli's residence, so without guessing, she knew that the two beautifully fried sunny-side-up eggs were made by his own hands.
She was surprised about this, yet couldn't bring herself to feel touched.
After reluctantly finishing the peach pastries, when she said she wanted to go out, he uncharacteristically did not stop her, nor did he ask where she was headed; neither of them mentioned a word about the disgrace that last night's earth-shattering upheaval had caused.
Both of them were proud children.
