That night, Li Mingxi slept very comfortably.
Early the next morning, she went downstairs and heard laughter and joy coming from the dining room.
Among them was a voice, Xiao Lang's.
Hearing his voice, Li Mingxi couldn't help but quicken her pace.
Today, Xiao Lang wore a white shirt, and his hair was still styled with gel, always looking sharp.
He was having breakfast with her family, and when he saw her, he showed a gentle smile: "Come over and have something to eat."
Li Mingxi sat down beside him: "When did you get here?"
"For a while." He felt guilty for not coming to see her last night, so he hurried over early in the morning, hoping she'd see him first thing.
Seeing him as soon as she woke up, Li Mingxi was in a great mood and ate an extra poached egg for breakfast.
Li Mingchen was also at the dining table.
He couldn't help teasing Li Mingxi: "I told you someone wasn't eating because they were lovesick. Look at her now, her appetite's back!"
