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"Good, have some more then." Huo Mian smiled in relief.
The two of them ate breakfast across from each other. Qin Chu didn't say anything, but he would occasionally raise his head to look at Huo Mian.
Huo Mian, on the other hand, ate with great appetite. She had been eating western breakfast food for quite a while now, and it was rare for her to have a homemade Chinese breakfast. Thus, for her, the food tasted especially delicious.
No matter how angry Qin Chu was with her, he would still feel like everything was heaven-sent once he saw her sitting by his side so quietly…
He had wished for a day like today for seven years.
"How is your brother doing? I heard that he was discharged from the hospital," Qin Chu suddenly asked.
"Yes, he's recovering very well. I told him to rest at home for a while since he's not enrolled in a lot of courses this semester anyway."
"Good," Qin Chu nodded.