The time went back to last month.
May 8th, London.
At seven-thirty in the morning, Gu Mingxuan opened his eyes in bed and prepared to get up and make breakfast.
Though it was called breakfast, it was really just toasting a few slices of bread.
There was still some cream and various fruit jams in the refrigerator.
After toasting the bread until it was soft and fragrant, Gu Mingxuan's phone suddenly rang.
Because of the time difference, it should have been afternoon in the capital by then.
Seeing that it was Chen Shaoman calling, Gu Mingxuan answered and asked, "What is it?"
"What is it? You're asking me what it is? Do you know what day it is today?"
"What day?"
"Your birthday."
Chen Shaoman was speechless.
Her son had been exceptionally intelligent since childhood, far surpassing his peers, yet he simply had no interest in matters concerning himself.
At that moment, Li Xia woke up as well. She changed into casual clothes and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up.
The moment she stepped outside, she saw Gu Mingxuan on the phone.
Because Gu Mingxuan had a habit of putting calls with his family on speaker, Li Xia heard clearly that today was Teacher Gu's birthday.
She paused slightly, then continued toward the bathroom to wash up.
As she brushed her teeth, Li Xia looked at herself in the mirror.
Having just gotten out of bed and without makeup, Li Xia looked rather listless.
After all, she had worked continuously for so long that both her mind and body had already been pushed beyond their limits.
If Gu Mingxuan had not been taking care of her during this time, she probably would have fallen ill already.
She had not fallen ill from the pandemic, but from exhaustion