The whole night, lying on the sofa, she kept tossing and turning, not knowing how long it had been before she finally dozed off for a little while.
Early the next morning, sounds of clinking and clanging arose from the ground floor of the villa.
The volume wasn't loud enough to reach upstairs.
The man woke up at seven.
When he went downstairs, the dining table was set with steaming breakfast, thickly cooked multigrain porridge, side dishes of pan-fried dried fish, vegetable hearts, and several others made from vegetables.
These were the most homemade dishes, ones that were often seen on the table in Morning Garden, a few that Summer Sutton was adept at making.
The man stood at the entrance of the dining room, quietly staring at the steaming porridge on the dining table for quite a while, inadvertently lost in thought.
Summer Sutton emerged from the kitchen carrying two glasses of milk and set them on the table. She looked up, giving him a sweet smile, "Good morning!"
