The next morning, Leng Youchen awoke from his dream. He instinctively reached out, wanting to pull that warm body into his embrace, but grasped at nothing, prompting him to immediately open his eyes and sit up.
The bed beside him was empty, with a sticky note on the pillow displaying elegant handwriting that matched its owner.
"You looked like you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you. Breakfast is ready, just serve yourself after you get up. I'm heading back now, good morning!"
Leng Youchen gazed gloomily at the note, feeling abandoned and extremely displeased. He casually stuffed the sticky note into the headboard and got out of bed.
After freshening up, he went downstairs, where the faint aroma of food lingered. He walked into the kitchen and saw two dishes simmering on low heat, which made his furrowed brows relax.
Wei Anning returned to the apartment just at seven o'clock. Wei Chenchen came downstairs, with Eden trailing behind.
