At noon, the nanny delivered food again, and the slightly hoarse voice of a teenager came from inside the room: "Leave it at the door."
Half an hour later, the nanny came downstairs with the tray, happily saying, "The young master has eaten."
Although he didn't eat much, he did eat something.
Helian Yu personally delivered dinner.
Liu Runxi maintained the same posture as last night, furiously writing on scrap paper, unaware when she entered.
The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, with only the dim light of the desk lamp accompanying him.
The desk in front of him and the floor were covered with densely packed scrap paper.
She saw that the blanket and pillow on the bed were just as they were yesterday, showing no signs of having been slept on.
Helian Yu walked over and forcibly snatched his pen, "You're crazy for not sleeping all night?"
