Looking at the receding figure, Madam Hou Qing cried like a child, heartbroken.

Candlelight swayed and its shadow fell on the window. Xiao Douya slept soundly on the bed. The man held a book about spirit cultivation. The wind rattled in the night. Wuyou bent down to pick up the books scattered on the ground. She thought whether her man got better during her absence these days. Her little hand fondled his forehead. However, the man who was still having a dream gave a palm. Wuyou ...