Time blinked by, and three days had quickly passed. During these three days, Mu Lin hadn't stepped out of her independent research room's main gate at all. She hardly touched the three meals a day left at her door, eating only two meals in total; however, she finished all the rice and vegetables in those two meals.
She must have been truly hungry to have thought about eating.
Mu Lin had taken care of all her basic needs—eating, relieving herself, and sleeping—in her research room. They now understood why she had insisted on having such a private space.
It wasn't that Mu Lin was unwilling to collaborate with others; it was just that over the past twenty years she had grown accustomed to working alone. Even Mu Jue, during the times Mu Lin was crafting poison or concocting antidotes, would not disturb her. He would simply place her meals at her door, replacing them each time. If she were hungry, she would naturally eat.