Zhou Shuren helped Zhulan find her soul back, and when she woke up in the morning, Zhulan felt much better, at least not so weak. She snuggled into Zhou Shuren's arms and didn't want to get up, feeling the warmth of his body and especially grateful that she had someone with her in this unfamiliar environment. If she had been alone, she definitely wouldn't have recovered this quickly.
Zhulan reached out to play with Zhou Shuren's fingers, which were clearly defined with joints and even had calluses from writing, showing how hard Zhou Shuren had worked. She lifted his hand to compare with hers, her own looked so small.
Zhou Shuren was worried about Zhulan all night and didn't sleep soundly. Whenever Zhulan stirred, he would wake up. Seeing that she was energetic and comparing hands with him, he finally let go of the worry that had preoccupied him all night. With his other hand, he pulled her closer into his embrace and asked with a tender and sweet voice, "Awake? Feeling better?"
