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The next morning, after waking up and getting washed, Xia Wan'an headed to the dining room out of habit. Like always, she expected to find a thermos on the table containing steaming hot congee.
But to her surprise, the table was empty.
Xia Wan'an furrowed her brows and went to the kitchen. After checking every pot and pan, she confirmed that Han Jingnian truly hadn't prepared breakfast for her this morning.
Ever since she had been living here, as long as they were home, she could always count on waking up to congee cooked by his own hands… Today was truly an exception. Could it be that there was some sort of emergency this morning, leaving no time to cook congee?
After eating her fill, Xia Wan'an picked up her phone to check the time, and it was almost noon… Just as she thought about heading home to catch up on sleep, her eyes caught the date.
