C365 Chapter 365

The next morning.

The sun was out, and the yard looked like spring had moved in for good.

Lingxiao got up, washed up, and headed to the dining room on the first floor of the villa. The housekeeper, Aunt Chen, was making breakfast—rice porridge simmering on the stove, savory pancakes on the griddle, toasted sandwiches, and a few Southeast Asian-style dishes.

Dou Yan was already at the table