Shen Yi looked travel-worn, with stubble on his chin. He moved quietly, worried he would wake Qin Jiao.
He had only meant to take a peek, but he ended up waking her anyway.
"Shen Yi, when did you get back?" Qin Jiao pulled a robe over her shoulders and yawned, her eyes watering.
Shen Yi quickly closed the door to keep the wind out. "I took the train yesterday at noon and got home early this morning," he said. "Chen Sheng went home. I was trying not to wake you, but I did anyway."
"I'm fine. You must not have eaten anything on the way, have you? I'll go to the kitchen and make you something."
"You don't have to, Jiao Jiao." In truth, Shen Yi really hadn't eaten anything; he'd only had one meal at noon the day before. He had been exhausted lately, constantly rushing from place to place. He wasn't supposed to be back this early, but he'd used the start of the school semester as an excuse, forced himself through all-nighters to finish his work, and returned ahead of schedule.
