"Hmm, it's ready, we can eat now."
Duan Xingzhi sat up, steadied himself, and then walked over.
Bai Zhi noticed the fatigue in his expression and asked, "Have you not been resting well lately?"
"There's too much going on at the company... Where's the bathroom? I'll go wash my face."
"Oh, it's over here."
Bai Zhi led him to the bathroom, stood at the door, and pointed to a towel on the rack saying, "That pink towel is mine, you can use it."
Duan Xingzhi glanced at the light pink towel, smiled, nodded, and said, "Okay."
Bai Zhi closed the door as she left, then went to serve the rice.
When Duan Xingzhi came out, he looked much more refreshed.
Because the apartment wasn't large and was a rental, the furniture was somewhat lacking. There was no dining table, so they had to eat on the couch in the living room.
