The first rays of dawn softly spilled into the cold hospital room, infusing it with an unexpected touch of warmth.
When Yu Zhi opened her eyes, the spot beside her was already empty.
She sat up and leaned against the headboard, her gaze instinctively sweeping around the room, but there was still no sign of him.
Yu Zhi lowered her head slightly, her soft fingertips playing with a strand of hair, her expression inexplicably tinged with dejection, though she could only silently brood over it by herself.
When Shi Weiqing came through the door carrying a thermal container, he immediately noticed the subtle brightness in the young girl's eyes. He quickly approached and patted her head gently: "Hungry?"
"Mm." Yu Zhi's lips curved into a faint smile. She pointed to the thermal container: "Did you go out to buy breakfast?"
Shi Weiqing opened the container, his tone casual: "I went home and made porridge just now."
