Oh, that's not right. They all usually get up at this time. It seems Miss Xia is acting a bit out of the ordinary.
As expected, her eyes were red and swollen, showing signs of having cried.
"It's nothing. I couldn't sleep, so I got up to find something to do." She looked at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, her clear eyes spilling with a gentle warmth, much like an early-rising wife who has lovingly prepared breakfast for her husband.
The servants were so entranced by Xia Qingqian's expression that they momentarily forgot where they were, lost in her demeanor.
She remembered Brother Zhenyu telling her he hoped to eat the breakfast she made every day in the future.
She took off her apron, grabbed her bag, and walked out the door.
