Chapter 25 How Much Money Can You Earn

Lin Yan had a particularly comfortable dream where she was sleeping in a soft pile of cotton.

When she opened her eyes, two quilts solidly compressed her body, making her sweat profusely from the heat.

"A slight illness can be ignored," Lin Yan's fever had subsided, but her complexion was not very pleasing, pale without a hint of color, and she was still very weak. Walking felt light and effortless, as if she was unburdened of strength.

There was food left on the table. Lin Yan craned her neck to see it was plain boiled noodles. She already lacked an appetite, and now even more so.

"Are you better?" Lu Chenyuan came back from outside, still carrying the chill he had picked up.

Lin Yan nodded mechanically, "Have you eaten?"

Lu Chenyuan, "No, you ate my breakfast."

Lin Yan's hand holding the chopsticks froze, and she couldn't swallow the noodles in her mouth.

It turned out she was mistaken, thinking the bowl of noodles was made by Lu Chenyuan for her to have as breakfast.