When Dong Huiying woke up, she didn't even wash her face. The first thing she did was rush to Zhichen's room.
Shu Yu was also there, holding a blue and white porcelain bowl to feed his elder brother plain porridge. Hearing the hurried footsteps of his wife, it was just right; the last spoon of porridge was fed to his elder brother. Shu Yu placed the empty bowl and spoon on the small table beside him before leisurely getting up to look at his wife.
Dong Huiying felt a bit embarrassed, "Did I wake up too late?" She scratched her neck and glanced at the sky. It wasn't too late, anyway; usually, she would wake up much later in the day, but today she got up earlier, while the morning mist hadn't even dissipated.
Zhichen lay in bed, smiling as he said, "Not late. It's just that Shu Yu came into my room a while ago, and I was a bit hungry, so I had some porridge cooked and ate breakfast early."
