After he finished speaking, he slammed the door and walked out.
Xia Wenjin went even crazier, hurling everything nearby out.
"Lu Zhaozhao! Ah!!!"
The next morning, a light, misty rain began to fall.
The raindrops were small yet made Lu Zhaozhao not want to get out of bed at all.
She truly felt like she was tormented to within an inch of her life yesterday.
Now, she lay curled up in bed, being treated like an ancestor by Song Sinian as she ate her breakfast.
He had held her and bathed her clean last night, and this morning, her hair still smelled pleasant.
Though her body ached, she was clean and refreshed.
"Would you like some more Bingtang Xue Li?" Song Sinian asked with a gentle voice, wiping Lu Zhaozhao's lips with a napkin, his eyes full of adoration.
Like a clear spring on a spring day, bubbling with transparent and deep, extended water.
Lu Zhaozhao pouted, her voice a bit hoarse from crying so long yesterday, "No."