Su Yan nodded slightly, "Mm, I know."
After that, neither of them spoke again, and he didn't touch her.
That night passed extremely quietly for the two, as if it were the most peaceful night since they met.
...
The next day.
The faint morning light shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows as Su Yan slowly opened her eyes.
After a night's rest, the place where she was hurt last night felt much better, not as unbearably painful as it was yesterday.
But it hadn't healed that quickly, and there was still some sensation.
When she accidentally twisted it, it still hurt quite a bit.
She didn't get up after waking and stayed in bed until noon. Sister Rong had taken a few days off, and there was no one at home.
Su Yan didn't feel like cooking for herself, so after freshening up and changing clothes, she went to the supermarket downstairs to buy a few packs of instant noodles, came back and boiled them as lunch.
