Luo Qingli didn't say anything more and obediently sat in her room copying her vocabulary words.
This was genuinely tough work. During this time, like yesterday, Gu Yuying brought her a plate of fruit.
Right up until midnight, Luo Qingli hadn't finished copying her words.
In the middle of the night, when Gu Yuying came out to get a drink of water, he saw that the light was still on in Luo Qingli's room.
He assumed that she had fallen asleep and forgot to turn off the light, but when he pushed the door open, he found out that wasn't the case.
Luo Qingli was still in there, writing something.
"Qingqing, why aren't you asleep yet?" Gu Yuying looked at the time, it was already past midnight.
Luo Qingli's hand was sore from writing, she looked at him pitifully after hearing his voice. "I'm still copying words."
"It's too late, stop copying. Go take a bath and sleep!" Of course, he had to care for his wife.
