Yue Hongling slowly woke up, and it was already dusk.
The first thing she did was look around, hoping to see Zhao Changhe's figure.
She wasn't disappointed; Zhao Changhe was sitting by the tent, surprisingly making a fire with a pot on it, from which came the faint fragrance of medicinal herbs.
Was he... decocting medicine?
When had he learned this skill?
For some reason, seeing him making medicine made her feel warmer than any other scene.
It was like coming home after a hard day's work to find a husband who has already prepared a delicious meal, waiting for you to return.
It also felt like no matter how much wind and rain beat down outside, there was always a solid haven here.
That restless heart unconsciously began to feel lazy, unwilling to move anymore.
No, she shouldn't feel like this...
Yue Hongling struggled to get up, but Zhao Changhe immediately sensed it, turned his head, frowned, and said displeased, "Lie down!"
Yue Hongling: "?"
