The next day, the sky was clear.
Before eight o'clock, Li Qiao dressed neatly and sauntered into the dining room.
A stream of morning light poured in through the window, the table was set with exquisite Western breakfast items, and the air vaguely carried the scent of milk.
Sunshine and milk, when combined, created a heartening comfort.
At that moment, Li Qiao leaned against the doorpost, watching Shang Yu near the Glazed Pavilion, preparing pregnant women's milk powder. A thought struck her, and she tiptoed over to rest her chin on his shoulder, her arms encircling his waist.
The man was wearing a simple V-neck sweater with the cuffs rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms.
He glanced sideways slightly, pressed his handsome face down, and kissed Li Qiao's forehead, "Woke up so early?"
Li Qiao rested against his back, looked up, and kissed his well-defined chin, "Aren't we going to the Parliament Building? Important business can't wait."
