She was starting to like it here more and more—free and unrestrained, with no one to control her, and able to do whatever she wanted without criticism.

With that in mind…

Su Wan happily took out a pen and wrote herself a two-day sick leave note.

Spring isn’t a season for studying; it’s perfect for staying in bed and hibernating.

Why should she wear herself out?

After making the call, Su Wan got up, returned to her room, washed up, turned off the lights, and went to sleep. Hugging her soft blanket, she soon drifted into a blissful dream.

Meanwhile…

Aunt Chen knocked on the door, carrying a plate of food. When the door opened, she placed the dishes on the table, sighing inwardly. Kids can be so stubborn; she’d heard from Uncle Xu that yesterday’s food had all gone to waste.

The food was fine, and he needed it to grow strong—no need to fight himself over it.

Shen Tingyan’s room was simply decorated. His bedroom was in the most isolated corner of the house, with a large banyan tree outside the window that cast a deep shadow, dimming the light in the room.

The sky was slowly darkening.

Aunt Chen said, “This is your dinner for tonight. I only made enough for you; I hope it’s enough.”

Shen Tingyan’s expression shifted slightly at her words, though he didn’t ask further.

But Aunt Chen, remembering how Su Wan had hung up the phone at the dinner table earlier, sighed softly. She couldn’t help but add a few words.

“Su Wan, that child… Her parents have rarely been home since she was little. I practically raised her myself. Her temper isn’t the best, so please be patient with her. I think she’s slowly learning to mature.”

“She’s trying to learn how to apologize to you.”

Of course, Su Wan had never actually said any such thing; it was just Aunt Chen’s own hopeful imagination.

But hearing these words, Shen Tingyan felt something slightly different.

Apologize?

He sneered.

Someone like Su Wan—did she even know what an apology was?

Still, the image of her lying on the hospital bed, softly calling his name, came back to his mind.

“…”

Tonight’s dinner, in the end, didn’t end up in the trash.