When Qin Xue's hair was almost dry, the couple went back to their room.
Both of them tacitly chose a book to read, one sitting on a chair and the other leaning against the head of the bed, not disturbing each other.
Qin Xue didn't close her book and prepare for bed until her hair was completely dry.
"Chu Molin, stop reading and take your medicine before you sleep," said Qin Xue, not wanting him to stay up too late, which wouldn't be good for the healing of his wound.
"Okay." Chu Molin put down his book, folded the corner of a page, put it away, took his medicine, and went to bed.
The couple spent the night dreamlessly and slept soundly until dawn.
Meanwhile, in Qin's village, Nangong Shulan and Qin Yu were at the train station with their luggage.
"You two wait here, I'll go buy the tickets," said Mr. Qin to his wife and son.
"Dad, I'll buy the tickets, you and Mom wait here," said Qin Yu to Mr. Qin.
