Life was harmonious and content, better than any wellness regimen.
Early in the morning, the couple got out of bed sprightly and washed up. He Fang sizzled eggs while Qin Guanglin pulled the sheets and duvet covers off the bed, bundled them up, and tossed them into the washing machine on the balcony, adding detergent and starting the rumbling cycle.
"My mom has complained several times that we haven't visited her in a while. Can you tell by looking at my hair?" Qin Guanglin looked at his reflection and tilted his head to inspect his wound.
Qin's mom had brought it up a few times. Since Qin Guanglin's injury hadn't fully healed yet, he didn't want her to worry unnecessarily, so he only showed his face briefly at home after working late, always staying just a short while before leaving, using his busy work as an excuse to decline taking He Fang with him for dinner.
Being there late at night briefly wasn't a big deal, but staying for dinner would definitely blow his cover.
