In the end, he poured her another cup of warm soy milk, the milky-white liquid gently rippling in the cup.
He sat down and looked at her, asking in a mild tone, "What's the plan for today?"
She picked up a slice of toast, slowly spread jam on it, took a bite, and spoke while chewing, "Haven't decided yet… I might catch up on a few work emails, they've piled up for several days."
She paused, her chewing slowed, her expression grew a little more serious, and she added, "I also have to go to the hospital this afternoon to see my uncle."
She had only gone once this week, and he'd been on her mind the whole time.
Ever since the surgery, her uncle's recovery had been far from fast, he still ran fevers from time to time; she didn't know if his condition had improved at all.
As she thought about it, her brows knit together slightly of their own accord.
Tristan nodded, not saying much more.
