"Good morning, Miss Zhou," he greeted politely, his professional demeanor firmly in place as he began setting out the breakfast items. "I hope you're feeling better."
He efficiently arranged several bowls of warm congee, steamed buns, delicate side dishes, and a pot of herbal tea on the coffee table, transforming it into a small feast.
Zhou Yuxi felt her stomach rumble softly at the sight and smell of food, she was hungry, genuinely hungry for the first time in what felt like forever.
But as she swallowed reflexively, she winced slightly. Her throat hadn't fully healed yet. Even though she could speak, there was still a raw, scratchy pain lingering in her esophagus, a reminder of the poison's damage.
The bathroom door opened, and Mu Yunchen emerged, now fully dressed in dark slacks and a crisp charcoal shirt, his damp hair pushed back from his face.
He looked more composed, more like himself, though the exhaustion still lingered in the shadows beneath his eyes.
