Wang Yongan awoke again to find himself lying on the kang, the place where he had been hit with a plank was evidently treated with medicine, feeling cool and soothing, no longer the painful burning sensation that pierced to the bone.
Turning his head to look around, he saw Lady Qian, asleep on the edge of the kang desk with her hair messily tied up, her face showing exhaustion and streaked with dried tears.
Lady Qian always took great care in her appearance, sporting shiny, well-combed hair and clean, neat clothes, and her makeup was always properly applied whenever she appeared before Wang Yongan.
Suddenly seeing Lady Qian like this, Wang Yongan felt somewhat unaccustomed to it for a moment.
He opened his mouth to speak, only to find his throat hurting and dry, and it was unbearably painful to even think about speaking.