Early the next morning, He Qianhui opened her eyes and thought she was late.
She picked up her phone to check the time, only to find it was just six o'clock. Seeing a bowl of hangover soup on the bedside table, she then looked at Zhang Hao sleeping beside her.
He Qianhui revealed a blissful smile.
Even though fate had treated her unfairly once, fortunately, this time she was lucky enough.
She took a sip of the hangover soup; the taste wasn't too good.
But thinking that Zhang Hao had made it for her with his own hands, she braced herself and drank it down.
The edge of the bed dipped, and Zhang Hao suddenly awoke.
In the past, thunderstorms wouldn't wake him from his deep sleep. But today, a tiny disturbance had stirred him awake.
"Xiaohui?"
He Qianhui turned around with a puzzled hum, not knowing what was the matter with Zhang Hao.
"It's still early; you can sleep a bit longer."
