Chen Jie said, "How could it not work, how could your husband possibly fail?"
Saying this, he actually swept his wife into his arms, startling her. She exclaimed, "Husband, be careful of your wound!"
Chen Jie said, "It's fine."
"Husband, it's still daylight!"
"All the better to see clearly."
"Husband, the door, the door isn't locked!"
Chen Jie said, "It is locked..."
"Ah..."
The setting sun shone through the window onto the bed in the room, while birds chirped busily outside.
Everything was so harmonious. Were it not for the swaying canopy and the creaking wooden bed, perhaps, it would be even more harmonious.
Truly.
A green plum crushed a begonia, the begonia bending to the wind and waves.
The wind rolled as clouds unfurled, passion thick, journeying together to the phoenix's call at Wushan!
...
"Sister..."
In the evening, Ruirui finally had enough play, following Third Miss Hua back home, only to find no one in the courtyard.
