Gu Xiaobei woke up early the next morning, feeling sore in her waist and back. She muttered to herself that this man certainly had an unusual way of treating insomnia. She didn't sleep, she was practically gnawed into unconsciousness.
She rubbed her sore waist in bed, staring at the brightening sky outside. It seemed like the snow had finally stopped.
Lu Zhanguo came in and saw Gu Xiaobei grimacing in pain, rolling about in her bed. He went over to sit by the edge of the bed and volunteered to give her a massage, "Are you going to the courtyard or to the shop after breakfast?"
Gu Xiaobei looked at him in surprise, "Oh, you didn't leave? I thought you had gone. I am going to the shop in a bit. With just over twenty days before the New Year, it's a busy time at the shop."
Lu Zhanguo nodded, "I'll go later. The porridge has been simmering and the steamed buns are hot. You should get up and eat."
