One Last Meal
Redakteur: Atlas Studios
Ye Yanfeng's scarlet lips moved a little. "Get up and have breakfast with me."
Shangguan Wan did not know if she was hallucinating, but when he said that, it felt like it was the last request he was asking of her.
It was strange.
He didn't wait for her to reply, as he headed towards the living room once he was done speaking.
Shangguan Wan continued to lie on the bed for a while before she got up, using her cane to go to the bathroom.
After washing up, she walked into the living room.
Ye Yanfeng was already sitting in front of the table. Staring at his slender back, Shangguan Wan felt extremely complicated.
Probably having heard her footsteps, he scooped a bowl of porridge for her. There was a faint fragrance of porridge lingering in the air. With the quiet life she had in the last two days, she finally looked a little better.
The two of them sat opposite of each other, each with a bowl of porridge as they sat silently.