The days passed by in a blur, Yan Mei's fever was gone, but because she wanted to spend time with Lei Zhao. She rested at home and skip her work for a few days—something she has never done for the past five years unless she was terribly sick.
Yan Mei had to admit their relationship had significantly improved with the time they spent together at home. They would snuggle, cuddle, and talk about trivial matters like an ordinary couple. They would occasionally bicker on an issue until one of them gives up.
Yan Mei looked at Lei Zhao, breathing steadily beside her, and her lips curved into a soft smile. She had woken up in the middle of the night, and she was finding it difficult to go back to sleep. Maybe she was nervous; she had been thinking about, Mrs. Leng said for the past few days.
