The faint rays of morning light slipped through the thin curtains, painting gentle patterns across the bedroom.
Zhao Tian stirred beneath the blanket, his hand reaching out instinctively to the side... only to brush against nothing but cool sheets.
His brows frowned faintly as he opened his eyes, and the spot beside him was empty.
Rubbing his temple, still heavy with sleep, Zhao Tian sat up slowly.
His robe slid loosely over his shoulders as he stood, walking quietly across the floor.
The faint clinking sound of utensils drifted through the hall, accompanied by the aroma of warm broth and sizzling vegetables.
"…Kitchen?" he muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse with drowsiness.
He made his way there and the moment he stepped into the kitchen, he saw the slim figure standing by the counter with her back turned toward him as she carefully stirred a pot.
Her long hair swayed faintly with her movements, catching the soft morning light.
