On the following day, Yan Luoxi got up very early. As she went to the kitchen to cook, she noticed the cold, empty living room. She suddenly remembered that the children had been sent to a new orphanage yesterday.
She stood there looking desolate for a moment, but then proceeded to the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous breakfast. Her flight was at eleven-thirty in the morning, and after breakfast, she would head to the airport.
As she brought the breakfast out, she saw a man coming downstairs in a handsome motorcycle leather jacket and pants. She stared at him blankly, "You're awake. I just made breakfast. Let's eat together."
Li Yeqi slowly walked over and took the bowl from her hand, "You're leaving soon; why do you still bother cooking?"
Yan Luoxi smiled gracefully, "I'm used to it, it's nothing. It's just this one meal. If you want to taste my cooking again, you'll probably have to wait until you visit the Imperial Capital."
