Chen Shouwang arrived home quite late, and although he initially felt a bit guilty, that feeling dissipated significantly when he saw that the house was dark and Hualing had already gone to sleep; a bitter smile appeared on his face.
He had hoped she would wait up for him, but that was just wishful thinking.
After a quick foot wash, he quietly got into bed, turning his back to Hualing. Soon, he fell asleep and dreamed of the mother and daughter smiling sweetly at him, which made him smile sweetly in his sleep.
Hualing had thought it through; she had waited for quite a while, but Chen Shouwang didn't utter a word or make a move, just started snoring. She couldn't help but feel cold inside.
For a married couple to be in the same bed with different dreams, there was nothing more pitiful and sad than this.
