When Lan Yiqing finished seeing the visitors off and returned, what she saw was her wife sitting on the living room sofa, frowning with a pensive look, lost in thought about something.
She gently walked forward and called out her name softly: "Nannan, what are you thinking about?"
An Nan, upon hearing the voice, lifted her confused gaze and met her eyes before slowly shaking her head.
Lan Yiqing looked at her and reminded her once again: "I've already warmed up your breakfast, quickly go to the dining room to eat, don't daze off here."
"Okay."
Watching her wife's departing figure, a thought suddenly sprang up in Lan Yiqing's heart, and immediately, a radiant smile curved on her lips.
By almost ten in the morning, An Nan was sitting on the living room sofa, bored and watching TV, with the box delivered by the same person in the morning still neatly placed beside her, showing no sign of being opened.
