After dinner, Zhulan prepared to rest. After washing up, she fell asleep in a daze and only opened her eyes when she felt someone nearby. She saw Zhou Shuren, who had just finished washing, about to come to bed, "You're back."
Zhou Shuren had a splitting headache, not from drinking too much but from being bombarded with flattery all day, which left his ears buzzing and his head in particular pain, "Go to sleep, I'm going to bed too."
Zhulan had grown accustomed to sleeping in Zhou Shuren's embrace. Once he lay down, she wrapped her arms around his waist and drifted back into a drowsy slumber.
Zhou Shuren chuckled softly. Earlier, Zhulan hadn't been sleeping soundly, but now that he was back, she finally settled. This trust and reliance made all his hardships feel worthwhile. He hugged Zhulan tightly, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Good night, wife."
