"The number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later..."
Gu Ningyi, refusing to give up, dialed twice more, only to be greeted by the sa gentle yet icy chanical response in his ear.
He looked at the phone screen slowly dimming and couldn’t help but tug at the corners of his mouth. So she really turned off the phone! Could it be... she did it to prevent his harassnt?
Does this woman really want to avoid him so thoroughly?
No, no, no. He preferred to believe that she just hadn’t woken up yet, which is why her phone was off. Perhaps she hadn’t even seen the ssage he sent last night. So her not replying was understandable.
Co to think of it, she went through so much yesterday—it was inevitable she’d be exhausted. It was normal for her to sleep a little longer.
It’s just a pity that he and she wouldn’t be able to have breakfast together.
But it’s okay. If they can’t have breakfast, they can wait until she wakes up and have brunch instead, which wouldn’t be bad.
Gu Ningyi adjusted his mindset, continued to restrain his mood, and kept waiting.
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After Cheng Ziyang finished washing up, he walked out of the room. Dong Xin Yan was cooking porridge in the kitchen; the bubbling sound ca through. He walked over slowly and saw Dong Xin Yan standing there. With one hand, she lifted the lid; with the other hand, she held a spoon, took a small amount of porridge, tasted it, and seemingly finding it a bit bland, she added a little salt and stirred it again with the spoon.
Upon hearing footsteps behind her, she slightly turned her face and looked over, then spoke softly, "The dicine is on the table. I was going to bring it to you, but taking dicine on an empty stomach is bad for your stomach. Better to eat sothing first. The porridge will be ready soon, just wait a bit..."
The woman was in loose, comfortable loungewear, with a cute pink apron tied around her. Her long hair was casually tied up and secured with a pin, with a strand mischievously falling beside her cheek. She casually pushed it back behind her ear.
The morning sunlight slanted in from the balcony, casting warm yellow light over her, enveloping her in glow, warm and serene.
Cheng Ziyang’s heart felt like it was heavily hit by sothing; his face, already pale, now lost the last trace of color.
This was the scene they’d once imagined together for their future married life.
She would cook and be a good wife and mother for him, while he would work hard and earn money for her happiness.
But now... everything changed in an instant.
Sothing so beautiful, why did it have to change?
Seeing Cheng Ziyang still standing there in a daze, his face pale, and looking frail overall, Dong Xin Yan’s eyes filled with worry, and she quickly said, "Ziyang, don’t just stand there—co sit down and rest."
With Cheng Ziyang motionless, she had no choice but to walk over herself, leading him to sit down and poured him a cup of warm water, placing it in front of him.
Watching his bewildered appearance, Dong Xin Yan couldn’t help but nag, "See, a hangover doesn’t feel good, right? You can’t handle alcohol but still go and drink. Let’s see if you’ll dare to do that again in the future..."
"In the future... if I get drunk, will you still take care of like this?"
Cheng Ziyang’s voice was low, extrely hoarse, as if filled with gravel, exuding an indescribable sadness.
Dong Xin Yan’s voice stopped abruptly.
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