A Secret Recipe

The next morning.

Lin Xiaofei woke up late. The ray of light from the sun that was coming through the slightly opened window bathed her figure with a golden light that illuminated her white skin, making her look celestial and bewitching.

Slowly, as if her eyes were covered with lead, she opened her eyes and saw that the spot beside her on the bed was empty. Unlike yesterday when she woke up to see Qu Xing Xu laying right next to her, that morning was slightly not as wonderful as she thought.

She reached her hand out, touching the soft and smooth surface of the crumpled sheets where her husband lay and felt that it was slightly warm. So it seems that he didn't leave too early either and waited for her to stir before he left, she thought as she sat up on the bed. Strands of her hair spilled around her back and the ends of it curled on the bed behind and under her.