After changing clothes, she lay down on Lu Xiao's bed first.
However, as she tossed and turned, she couldn't resist sending Lu Xiao a photo.
It was his picture from when he was two or three years old.
Adorably carved out of jade, he was simply too cute to behold.
As she looked, a tender smile appeared on her lips.
Wen Xian held her phone, hoping for his reply, but once she lay down, drowsiness inevitably swept over her, her long eyelashes fluttered softly, and she finally fell into a dream, deeply asleep.
...
The sky outside gradually darkened, and after an unknown amount of time, the large gate of the courtyard was pushed open.
Instantly, boisterous voices came from the main hall of the north room, with men warmly greeting the elders.
The people arriving at the hall were Lu Xiao and Shen Lin.
Both were veterans, each bearing an air of extraordinary presence.