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Go to work, leave work—every day is a repetition of the same monotonous routine.
Su Qingnuan and Fu Yihan moved out of the villa, yet it felt as though nothing had changed.
Their way of interacting remained the same; since the day the old master left, Fu Yihan reverted to being the cold, detached man he had always been.
At most, they'd exchange greetings when they saw each other, but that was it—nothing more.
Su Qingnuan hadn't moved out of the bedroom, and Fu Yihan hadn't asked her to. On this matter, they seemed to share a silent agreement, and neither brought it up.
Because of this tacit understanding, Su Qingnuan felt a small sense of relief.
The fact that he hadn't outright driven her away gave her a glimmer of hope.
After work, Su Qingnuan thought about how tomorrow was the weekend. She made a special trip to the grocery store to buy ingredients, ready to prepare a meal for Fu Yihan.
