The morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Lu Chen gradually woke up to the crisp chirping of birds, rubbing his sleepy eyes, his mouth still marked with traces of the sweet dream from last night. He stood in the yard, looking bewildered.
Normally, at this time, he could always hear his mom bustling in the kitchen, the clatter of pots and dishes, the enticing aroma of breakfast. But today, the house was unusually quiet.
"Mom?" Lu Chen called out with his tender voice, his shout echoing in the empty house, waiting in vain for Fu Xiaoxiao's response.
He ran to the kitchen, where the stove held a lingering warmth, a trace of home life, and dragged a little stool over to open the pot, revealing the egg pancakes Fu Xiaoxiao prepared for him.
Seeing the familiar egg pancakes, Lu Chen felt relieved knowing Fu Xiaoxiao hadn't forgotten about him.
