"You're getting better and better at banter," Feng Xuxu mumbled, nestled in his arms.
Time ticked by second by second. Ever since Feng Xuxu learned that her husband was to go off to war, she hadn't slept well for even a single day. During the day, she forced herself to deal with the affairs of the Imperial Palace; at night, she would hide in their private space with her husband, one concocting golden sore medicine, the other ceaselessly planting various medicinal herbs in the field outside. In just a few short days, the space's storeroom was filled to the brim with herbs.
"Husband, it looks like I'll need to take some time to move all these herbs out, the storeroom can't fit anymore." Looking at the mountainous stacks of herbs, Feng Xuxu shrugged her shoulders and smiled helplessly.
Dugu Chen looked at the herbs and stepped forward to hug her shoulder, "Mhm, wait for tomorrow and I'll go with you."
