When Zheng Haoyu was ready to bring in breakfast, Su Nian was already asleep. He placed the small dining table beside the bed and sat on the bed, looking at her face. The guilt in his heart deepened, and all he could do was keep repeating "I'm sorry" over and over again.
When Su Nian woke up again, it was already ten in the morning, and Zheng Haoyu was asleep on the bed's edge. Her throat was dry as if on fire. She quietly got out of bed to get a drink downstairs. There was water in the bedroom, but she didn't want to see Zheng Haoyu right now.
Seeing the small dining table by the bed, her footsteps didn't stop as she went out of the room. Downstairs, she drank three glasses of water in a row before her throat felt a bit better. Feeling the grumble from her stomach, she touched it and walked into the kitchen.
