Liu Wanwan's heart suddenly skipped wildly a few beats, and her cheeks grew slightly warm.
Her hand unconsciously tightened around the corner of the quilt, and she hesitated for a moment.
In the end, she slowly loosened her grip, silently smoothed the neatly made bed once more, then lowered her head.
She quietly backed out, looking back at Fang Yuan every few steps.
Watching Liu Wanwan silently leave, Fang Yuan only felt that his wife seemed especially beautiful tonight. He did not think much of it, merely assuming she was tired.
The bed in the inner room had been made exceptionally soft and warm by Liu Wanwan. He took off his outer robe and lay down.
The moment his head touched the pillow, his heavy eyelids closed. His breathing quickly became even and deep as he fell into a sound sleep.
For him, recovering his strength as quickly as possible to face tomorrow's challenges was the foremost priority.
She went to the outer room and softly said to Little Bean Sprout, who was curiously watching the Purple Sable by the last glimmer of the stove fire:
"Little Bean Sprout, it's late. Time for bed."
Little Bean Sprout answered and threw herself into Liu Wanwan's arms.
In the outer room, Liu Wanwan lay on her side on the kang bed. Hearing the steady breathing from the inner room so soon afterward, she could not help secretly clutching the corner of her quilt in the darkness.
He... he just went to sleep?
He really... didn't understand a thing?
It had been like this before, but now... now things were clearly different!
An emotion she could not tell was disappointment or grievance surged up in her heart, mixed with a trace of embarrassment and irritation.
She could not help quietly turning over, facing