On the other side, Madam Zhang had just fallen asleep that night when she suddenly woke up from a nightmare. She dreamed that Wang Wulang was crying. He was gone, and only a floating soul was left. He said pitifully, "Mother, Mother, your son died outside!"
"Wulang!" Madam Zhang immediately sat up and swung her entire body. Then, she suddenly felt an itch in her throat and couldn't help but retch.
She vomited on Wang Chuanyuan's neck.
Wang Chuanyuan's snoring stopped and he woke up.
"Husband, husband." Madam Zhang wanted to lie in Wang Chuanyuan's arms and cry. When she saw the filth on his body, she turned around in disdain and lay on the blanket to cry.
As she cried, she vomited again.
Wang Chuanyuan was originally holding his breath. Seeing that his wife was feeling so uncomfortable, he hurriedly got up and took off his dirty clothes before wiping her with a pillow cloth.
