Even though Mu Yan only fell asleep in the second half of the night, she still got up very early in the morning.
Despite Jiang Jingheng's keen senses, he had no idea when she got out of bed.
When he got up and saw that Mu Yan wasn't there, a hint of unease flickered in his heart, and he immediately got up to find her.
Halfway down the stairs, he heard noises coming from the kitchen.
Jiang Jingheng walked over to see Mu Yan frying eggs.
She heard the sound and looked toward the door. Seeing it was him, she smiled slightly, "Breakfast will be ready soon."
Jiang Jingheng frowned, walked over, took the spatula from her hand, and said, "Didn't I tell you not to touch the kitchen?"
If she got hurt again, he would be heartbroken.
"But I wanted to make breakfast for you." Mu Yan looked at him, her expression extremely earnest.
Something tugged at Jiang Jingheng's heart; he couldn't shake the feeling that there was a strangeness about her.
