It was morning once again.
A steady, light drizzle was falling over Binhai this morning.
Yan Feifan got out of bed and opened the window to let out the stale air. Immediately, a spray of fine raindrops, carried by the wind, splashed against his face.
The cool sensation on his face was surprisingly pleasant.
Noticing that Yu Suye still hadn't returned from her night shift, Yan Feifan guessed she was probably in an emergency surgery.
He called her, but no one answered.
After finishing his workout in the living room, Yan Feifan went to the kitchen to start making breakfast.
The refrigerator held some leftovers from last night, some cooked meat, and a bag of wontons Du Qiu had made and frozen.
Yan Feifan decided to make wonton noodle soup with vegetables—a simple way to fill his stomach.
He had just filled a pot with water and turned on the stove when Tian Yu, wearing a nightdress, wandered into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing her eyes.
"Mr. Yan, do you need any help?"
