Even after Gu Nuan Nuan was fast asleep, Zhang Minzhen lay with her eyes open, tossing and turning, not the least bit drowsy...
Finally, she threw on a robe and got up, quietly leaving the room. She saw a faint light still shining from her parents' room.
To save on electricity, Wen Xiu and Zhang Dazhuang were using a tung oil lamp in their room.
In the dim light, one of them was weaving a fan while the other was weaving cloth.
"Why aren't you asleep? You have to be up early tomorrow. Don't worry, your father and I remember. We won't forget to tell your older brother to wait for you two tomorrow morning," Wen Xiu said, chiding her gently when she saw Zhang Minzhen come in.
"I can't sleep." Zhang Minzhen's heart ached as she watched her parents, who were constantly busy yet still frugal to the bone, not even willing to use a ten-watt lightbulb. "Why don't you turn on the light?"