The hazy night scene made the intertwined figures on the bed behind the window appear even more entangled in emotion, and the long night had just begun.
At the same moment, on the other side of the ocean, it was sunrise in Washington.
After hanging up the phone, Gu Cheng'an tidied his clothes in front of the mirror and walked downstairs with a brisk step.
In the dining room, Gu Mozhen was reading a newspaper, holding a cup of coffee, sipping it slowly. In the open kitchen beside him, Yu Wanqing had finished frying eggs and bacon. As she brought them over, the bread in the toaster was also ready.
On the stove, two small pots were cooking Gu Mozhen's favorite fresh soup dumplings and the porridge Yu Wanqing made for herself.
The three members of the family had different breakfast preferences, but Yu Wanqing never found it troublesome. Since her health improved, she got up early every day to personally prepare breakfast for her husband and son.
