By the time Yingtao got up, Zhao Yang had already fallen asleep at the other end of the heated brick bed. She didn't know when Zhao Yang had come back. Since Zhao Yang returned to the village, he almost went out every evening after dinner and didn't come back until midnight.
At first, Yingtao would wait for Zhao Yang to return, but as time went on, she also got used to it.
However, whether Zhao Yang went to a secluded place to practice his martial arts or to sneak next door to steal some affection, Yingtao had absolutely no clue.
These past few days, Zhao Yang relished the taste of marrow and he hadn't practiced for quite a while. Yet, he found his skill still unknowingly improving gradually.
Zhao Yang thought that maybe it was because he was with Zhang Xiuer, the harmony of Yin and Yang, that also benefited the enhancement of his skill.
