The next day.
A thin mist still drifted through the mountain forest in the early morning. The plants on the windowsill looked ever more lush beneath the dew, while the languid cloud layer blocked the morning sun. Everything seemed silent.
Luo Chuan slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly out the window before closing them again, seemingly wanting to catch some more sleep.
After a long while, he slowly sat up. He did nothing else, merely sat there in a daze. Having just woken up, his brain had not fully booted up yet, and he was still muddleheaded.
He had been busy filming the movie lately and had lost the chance to sleep in. His biological clock had settled into place, so even without an alarm, he would naturally wake up at a certain time.
After sitting quietly for a while, his head finally cleared considerably.
He subconsciously glanced to the side. Yao Ziyan had already gotten up long ago. He sniffed, faintly catching the subtle scent of food drifting through the air.
There was no need to say much about their relationship.
There had been no further substantial progress. Perhaps because of those strange thoughts born from that work in the boss's heart, their relationship instead carried a sense of treating each other with respect, like honored guests.
Yao Ziyan still loved hugging something when she slept. That had not changed. Fortunately, a certain boss could be replaced by a body pillow, sparing him the fate of waking from nightmares every morning.
He ruffled his hair, stretched lazily, and prepared to get up.
By the time Luo Chuan emerged with hair still carrying a hint of dampness, Yao Ziyan had nearly finished preparing breakfast. It was as exquisite as ever.
Actually, Luo Chuan did not quite understand the art of