The spring scenery was gentle, and the movements inside the room didn't seem to stop anytime soon.
Yu Tingwan was both sleepy and tired, and in a daze, she only remembered Wei Zhao getting up to fetch a cloth to wipe her clean.
He even applied some ointment.
It was cool and soothing, as if it could relieve the discomfort.
Everything that should and shouldn't have been done was done.
All those marks were made by Wei Zhao.
He ought to take responsibility.
Yu Tingwan fell asleep directly without any mental burden.
She was woken up once by Wei Zhao in the middle of the night.
Yu Tingwan found him incredibly annoying. She was too lazy to open her eyes and just wanted to fight back.
But her fingers didn't have the strength to lift, she was utterly exhausted.
Wei Zhao sat at the head of the bed, pulling the girl into his arms. He found her a comfortable position to lean on: "You should be aware that trouble comes from the mouth."
