Lucian's eyes narrowed for a flicker of a moment before he showed a gentle smile. "Awake?"
"Hm? Yes. I..." Lana began; however, she paused mid-sentence, staring at the pitch-black sky adorned with glittering stars through the open balcony door.
"It's night already?"
Disbelief was evident in her voice while Lucian sighed like an old man tired from his child's constant mischief.
"Yes. You had been unconscious for two days straight now."
Lucian's words made Lana close her eyes in dismay.
These days, whenever she closes her eyes... she always skips a day like it was some breakfast. At the thought of breakfast, Lana's stomach growled, and she licked her lips.
"What has been made for dinner?"
Lucian's eyes twinkled with mirth, and he motioned the maid with his.
The next second, the mouthwatering fragrance of the food wafted in the air, making Lana gulp.
"Here. I have the kitchen prepare rice porridge, dumpling soup, stir-fried pork, and your favorite lemon-flavored soda."
