At night, at the end of the day, He Danggui tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Qing'er was also too preoccupied to sleep, and when she stirred her up, she became even more sleepless.

"Xiao Yi, what's wrong with you, are there thorns growing in the quilt that are sticking to your flesh, making you toss and turn?" Qing'er squinted at her in the darkness, "You've never lacked determination like this before, something must have happened this afternoon, quickly and honestly explain, how ...