029 Cooked rice is matured rice

As Yang Wuxu stepped outside, she happened to see Su Ziceng hurrying downstairs, oblivious to her hidden presence. She sighed deeply and headed back to her room. After closing the door, she deliberately didn't lock it, curled up under the covers, exposing only her nose, breathing in the air outside.

She still had not eaten, only today she truly didn't feel like it; her stomach and eyes felt sour.

After Su Ziceng had left, she didn't return immediately. Yang Wuxu guessed that she went to look for Hang Yishao. "Foolish woman," Yang Wuxu mused under the covers, "once a man's heart changes, how could it return."

After a good two hours, the room remained eerily quiet, leaving Yang Wuxu in some despair. The door was gently knocked upon, someone entered, and then it closed and locked.

The sound of the lock made Yang Wuxu shiver; she dared not pull the covers down, instead curling up even tighter.