In the study, a ray of morning sunlight cast through the curtains, the gentle breeze flowing in, causing the white curtains to sway slightly.
On the desk, Xia Mengdie, dressed in casual attire, was lying on the computer desk, eyes closed in rest. Her face appeared somewhat haggard, evoking a sense of pity, clearly indicating a sleepless night. Her long lashes trembled gently. Lin Mo watched this scene, filled with guilt in his heart, as he always relentlessly pursued cultivation without considering his dear ones' worries.
"Wife, thank you for your hard work."
Lin Mo tiptoed to Xia Mengdie's side, picked up a white jacket placed by the bedside, and gently covered her back with it.
"Nngh..."
As if sensing it, Xia Mengdie's long lashes fluttered gently, and she slowly opened her eyes, still glazed with the bewilderment of waking up.
