She didn't know what kind of feelings she harbored towards him.
Even though sometimes he could sense her reluctance to leave him, in the blink of an eye, she would revert to being an indifferent woman, utterly unfathomable.
Even he, who had seen countless people, had to admit that Shen Ruo was the most complex woman he had ever met.
The next morning, Shen Ruo got up early and packed her things, planning to go home.
When she walked downstairs, she smelled the faint aroma of buttered bread, along with the scent of eggs and milk.
"Miss Shen, are you preparing to go back now?" Mrs. Wu, standing at the stairwell, saw the small luggage in her hand and asked with a smile.
"Yes," Shen Ruo nodded.
Mrs. Wu hesitated for a moment before continuing with a smile, "Have breakfast before you go. It's already prepared."
"No, thank you, Mrs. Wu. I'm not hungry."
"But…" Mrs. Wu's eyes flickered several times, involuntarily glancing towards the kitchen door.
