For dinner, she made pumpkin soup and millet porridge.
Sitting face to face during the meal, neither of them spoke a word. Halfway through, he took a call and went upstairs.
Gu Qili thought that his stomach problems must have been caused by such irregular eating habits.
She sighed quietly, put his unfinished half-bowl of porridge and soup into the insulated pot, planning to let him continue after his call. Her own appetite wasn't good today either, and she didn't eat much.
The next morning, Gu Qili got up to make breakfast and found that the food she'd put in the insulated pot was still untouched; he hadn't come back to eat.
After hastily eating a few bites of toast, Mu Shuoqian's door was still tightly closed, Gu Qili didn't call for him, covered the food on the table with something and then shouldered her backpack and left the house.
