"It's nothing much, I just noticed you'd been in there for a while, and I got a bit worried. I specifically brought you some hot soup to help sober up. Have a little, then rest and take a good break."
Hearing that Justin Huxley didn't seem to have any intention of leaving immediately, Summer Lowell thought for a moment, put on her robe, tied her belt securely, and came out.
Inside the room, Justin Huxley was standing in front of a mural on the east wall, staring intently at the mural, seemingly deep in thought.
Seeing Summer coming out, Justin waved at her with a smile, "Tired out today, weren't you?"
"I'm okay."
Summer, feeling somewhat uneasy, tightened the belt around her waist a little more, went around to the other side of the sofa, picked up the hot soup he brought, and sniffed it, "It smells so good! Did you specially instruct the kitchen to make this for me?"
