Xie Shuting shook her groggy head and got out of bed.
The simple, tidy room was exactly as it had always been. Through the half-open window, Huangling's mountains and waters lay spread out before her, shrouded in the morning light.
"It's been far too long since I last got drunk."
She murmured to herself as she walked over to the computer and opened it out of habit.
Her recent progress had been astonishingly smooth. Having personally immersed herself in it, she found that every moment spent with Zhang Yang gave her an endless stream of inspiration.
Writer's block simply didn't exist.
"I'll go downstairs first. I can write when I get back." Xie Shuting glanced at her document, gave it little thought, and casually closed her laptop.
A moment later, after washing up, Xie Shuting went downstairs and immediately spotted Zhang Yang busy in the small kitchen.
On the table were bowls of millet porridge and small side dishes, each served in delicate little portions. Though the quantities were modest, they looked exquisite enough to make her mouth water after a night of drinking.
"You're awake? Come have some millet porridge. It's good for your stomach." Zhang Yang set down a plate of fried eggs and smiled. "You drank quite a bit last night."
"Only once in a great while. By the way, why are you being so nice today? Cooking for me yourself?" Xie Shuting smiled, a little embarrassed.
Zhang Yang merely smiled and said nothing.
"What... what's wrong?" Xie Shuting vaguely sensed that something about the atmosphere was off.
"I'm planning to leave," Zhang Yang said. "I've already troubled you enough while staying here these past few days, so I won't keep bothering you."
"W-what? You're leaving?" Xie Shuting's heart lurched. Her smile turned somewhat strained. "Why so