Chapter 135 FALSE ALARM

• When Yna came downstairs, she could feel her mother’s eyes rather staring at her, perhaps intrigued. But once she caught her gaze, her mother quickly tore her eyes off, and shifted her head as if she was busy minding the cup that was left there half empty as she poured some caffeine. The smell filled Yna’s nostrils. For a moment, it feels somewhat nostalgic.
• “Good morning, Ma.” Yna walked closer to the older woman and planted a soft kiss on her cheeks. “That smells good. Have you woke up rather early?” She added upon seeing the table filled with breakfast, some eggs, bacons, and breads, just the usual morning routine they would always have.
• Yna sit right across to her.