She shook her head and said, "I'm not tired, husband. If you are, you can take a nap."
Shen Juncheng glanced at her and said nothing more.
Su An'an, afraid she might fall asleep sitting with him doing nothing, decided to lift the curtain to have a look outside to refresh herself.
Towering trees lined both sides of the official road, the night falling silently around them.
She looked up and saw that the sky was already turning pale, the dawn sun hiding in the clouds, shyly revealing half its face, bathing the breaking night in a beautiful deep blue glow.
The morning breeze carried a coolness with it, mixed with the scent of June rice, blowing against her face pleasantly.
Su An'an simply lay by the window, watching the rising sun.
How many times before had she sat by the big tree in the back alley, watching the sun rise slowly over the high walls.
How many times had she gazed at those high walls, longing for freedom, longing to return...
