Qian Jun lay on the heated bed, thinking that having his wife in his arms was still the most comfortable.
Starting tomorrow, he could enjoy this, for after sleeping too much in the afternoon, he couldn't sleep at night, pondering the things that had happened over the years.
He didn't regret leaving that person at all; now, his days were quite enjoyable.
It proved that his initial choice had been correct.
Since childhood, he had been subjected to scorn, but he was smart enough to understand the importance of studying; otherwise, he might still be farming and marrying, finding it satisfactory just to have a full stomach.
After following Wei Kaiyun for a long time, he genuinely admired Wei from the bottom of his heart. But now, they were no longer in the same camp, merely maintaining some superficial acquaintance.
