She was still half-asleep, and for some reason, she seemed to remember marrying Lu Xize yesterday.
Her mind was in a fog, and for a moment, Chu Yao couldn't tell if it had been a dream or reality.
With toothpaste foam still lingering at the corners of her mouth, Chu Yao hurriedly pulled open the bedroom door.
No one!
There was no one in the living room, no one in the dining room, and no one in the kitchen. But on the sofa lay a neatly folded blanket and pillow.
'So it wasn't a dream after all.'
Chu Yao walked over and saw a note on the coffee table. The forceful handwriting read: "I had to go out for something. There's breakfast in the kitchen. Remember to eat."
Signed: Lu
'So it really wasn't a dream.'
Chu Yao picked up the note and put it away, then turned and went into the kitchen. On the stove, a small saucepan held eggs cooked in brown sugar, and next to it, a steamer was filled with small soup dumplings.
