Stepping into the kitchen, the utensils were neatly placed in their original positions, untouched.
In the fridge, food supplies were already running low.
Situ Yunshu searched around and found out that the food might only last for today.
After that, there'd be nothing left.
Mu Jingnan had removed the servants and butler from the island, and food supplies were sent every three days.
Now, he doesn't even make breakfast. Presumably, he won't let the servants send food to the island either.
She took out two eggs, a bottle of milk, fried the eggs, heated the milk, and toasted the last two slices of bread.
Sitting alone in the large dining room, Situ Yunshu enjoyed her breakfast in solitude.
The phone was broken.
The phone in the villa couldn't make calls either.
She had become someone cut off from the world.
If it was just a few days of leisurely time on the island, it would be fine.
