Zhou Yue had a good rest and got out of bed at five-thirty in the morning.
After washing up, she went out to buy breakfast, and when she returned upstairs, Jiang Li came out of the room next door.
He was neatly dressed and seemed to have been up for a while, preparing for the competition at ten-thirty in the morning.
Zhou Yue waved her hand, "I bought breakfast, come and eat."
Jiang Li didn't look grumpy, but he wasn't very talkative this early in the morning. He quietly followed Zhou Yue into the room, his silence uncharacteristic of him.
Zhou Yue didn't understand his habits and subconsciously thought he might be feeling unwell: "Do you have a cold? Or is your throat inflamed?"
Jiang Li shook his head, his voice low and steady, "I'm not sick, just not spirited in the morning."
Hearing this, Zhou Yue was relieved.
Breakfast was quick. During the meal, Jiang Li didn't initiate conversation and just quietly ate, his appetite small, certainly appearing under the weather.
