The next morning, Calista obsessively looked at her husband who reminded her of sleeping beauty, a story she chanced upon in a certain world she went to do a task.
How wonderful it would be if he were like a sleeping beauty. At least she didn't have to worry about a lot of things. Let him sleep for a long time until her heart was calm.
Unfortunately, he wasn't a sleeping beauty, and she didn't dare turn him into one. So, she could only curb her madness and reluctantly sat on the bed.
It was morning, and the rooster had crowed two times already. Although she didn't want to wake up, she didn't have a choice. It was one of those days when she needed to move her limbs and work hard.
After not visiting the river for a long time, the laundry had piled up, and it was an item to wash it.
Susan would be dropping in a while to bring her to the river.
