Wen Wan didn't bother to explain that she wasn't worried about having a good life only if he passed the exam. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words.
What's more, they're a married couple. With time, he'll naturally understand her temperament.
Song Wei raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head, "Are you tired?"
I am.
Wen Wan nodded.
Song Wei blew out the lamp. He didn't bother her that night, just pulled her into his arms and held her.
Wen Wan lay on his arm and soon fell asleep.
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Compared to the tranquility in Song Wei and his wife's room, Second Lang's wife in the next courtyard was fuming from head to toe, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Finally, she got up and lit the oil lamp.
Song Erlang was already kept awake by her noise, and now he was even more restless with the lamp on. He opened his eyes to see his wife sitting cross-legged on the kang, her face turning blue. He turned to her, "What's wrong with you now?"
