"Today is truly a day for the unexpected," the wife actually took the initiative to call him husband.
Although it was only once, it was the very first time it had ever happened.
Once there's a first time, there will be a second, a third... the hundredth time.
Li Nuo had always believed that sincerity could be met with sincerity; even if she were a block of ice, there would come a time when she melted.
Fortunately, the ability he had exchanged yesterday had not yet expired, so he had drawn for her a painting identical to the one from yesterday, and he wrote a new poem on it.
The wife visibly brightened up with joy.
Regarding this painting, she treasured it even more; once the pigments and ink on it had dried, she locked it away in a cabinet.
Li Nuo left the room for a moment and it took quite a while before he returned.
Sitting at the desk, a look of puzzlement spread across his face.
He had just gone out to make inquiries about the servants of the Song Family.