Two days later.
Sunday morning.
Zhang Ye was not woken by an alarm, but woke up naturally. He comfortably stretched his back and got up from bed. The door to Dong Shanshan's room was open. She had been busying herself with her new program for the past few days. She must have went to work, but there was a slightly warm breakfast placed on the table.
There was soybean milk.
There was fried dough sticks.
Clearly, they were specially brought back by Dong Shanshan for him.
