The twilight was slowly devoured, dusk was approaching, and the sky darkened.
The golden rocking chair, which lacks the sparkle of light, seemed to lose its color in an instant.
Yu Tingwan unknowingly nestled into Wei Zhao's arms and slept the whole afternoon, still in the courtyard outside, feeling particularly refreshed after waking up.
She looked up at Wei Zhao.
At this time, the lanterns should have been lit all around.
But the people serving in Lan Garden did not dare to come over, fearing they would disturb the two sleeping, resulting in a dim view.
But she knew that Wei Zhao should also have just woken up.
He neither went to the study to handle official duties nor privately met with Ying Fuyan or Xiao Huaian to discuss important matters. Obviously, he slept soundly holding her.
"Husband, are you going out to handle matters again tonight?"
