The next morning.
As Yeh Cangqiong walked into the room, he saw Chi Xiaoyu had already gotten out of bed.
In the faint morning light, she stood by the window, gazing at the rising dawn outside.
Her small face was still pale, her hands holding something, but overall, she looked much better than she did a few days ago.
From the side, she seemed peaceful, as if she had already stepped out from the immense sorrow.
Yeh Cangqiong, carrying breakfast he had packed, walked in from outside and said quietly, "Honey, if you're feeling better today, I'll bring Xiao Tian and Xiao Guai to see you. They miss their mom dearly!"
"Xiao Tian said he..."
"Have you noticed? The sunshine is particularly bright today! The roses have bloomed."
Before he could finish his sentence, she interrupted him.
"Yes, the sunshine is very..."
Thinking she was talking to him, he prepared to continue.
