This time coming back, there was an undeniable sense that Fu Yihan had changed greatly compared to before.
But Su Qingnuan didn't feel entirely confident about it in her heart.
As Su Qingnuan gradually drifted to sleep amidst such tangled emotions, the next morning quietly arrived.
Fu Yihan had already been in the dining room eating breakfast early.
When Su Qingnuan walked into the dining room, she was startled to discover several fresh bouquets of roses placed on the dining table.
Dewdrops from the morning were still lingering on the rose petals.
Judging by the type of roses, they were undoubtedly the rare breed of roses from the villa's backyard garden.
Su Qingnuan sat down across from Fu Yihan, and the housekeeper swiftly brought her breakfast to the table.
"Young madam, please try this. I've specially prepared it for you."
The housekeeper had put in considerable effort recently to ensure that Su Qingnuan ate more and stayed healthy.
"Thank you, Auntie."
