Shaun Perkins went to the bathroom, took off his shirt, and saw a set of unopened skincare products on his wife's dressing table, not the brand his wife usually used.
"Didn't you say your face is allergic and can't change brands easily?"
"Oh," Grace Hudson glanced at the stuff on the dressing table: "I went shopping today, and a girl bumped into me. My new purchase broke, and I originally wanted to buy another set, but the counter said it was out of stock. So the girl gave me the set she bought."
Shaun Perkins frowned slightly: "Is she okay?"
"It's fine."
Shaun Perkins nodded and entered the bathroom, not paying much attention to his wife's words.
July 2nd, Friday.
Perhaps because of lying in the hospital for a few days, he had had enough sleep.
He woke up at six o'clock in the morning and looked at the sleeping face of the person beside him, feeling a little lost.
After staring for a few minutes, he tried to turn over, but his waist was blocked midway by someone's arm.