Yu Chiyin finished his shower and lay in bed reading for a while, quiet and undisturbed.
He vaguely heard the sound of a door closing outside.
His eyes shifted slightly. Closing the book, he tied the belt of his robe as he got out of bed, and walked outside in his slippers.
In the living room, Song Sixuan's figure was nowhere to be seen. That door-closing sound earlier must have been from her leaving.
Yu Chiyin saw she had left, his expression unchanged. Turning around, he was about to head back to his room when his peripheral vision caught sight of the dining table in the living room.
A fragrant aroma wafted over from that direction.
He instantly walked over to look and saw several fresh, exquisite dishes arranged on the dining table, steaming with white heat and tantalizing scents.
Clearly, these dishes had been reheated in the kitchen by Song Sixuan before she left, likely after waiting for him to finish his shower.
A small sticky note was attached to the table.
