Then, out of habit, she rolled over and reached out, only to find the spot beside her empty again.
This happened every morning; the man usually woke up earlier than she did, but she still insisted on going through the same motion.
If this wasn't foolishness, what was it?
She slowly opened her eyes. He had drawn back one side of the curtains, and by that time, the room was already flooded with bright daylight, the light somewhat dazzling.
She lay still for a while, her mind not quite catching up; he'd returned from sea training and had two days off, but she remembered him mentioning last night that he had an important cross-military district meeting this morning.
Glancing at the wall clock, she slowly clambered out of bed, her days becoming lazier, and her duties as a wife growing more and more negligent. Fortunately, Liehuo had never criticized her for hogging the bed without doing any work, instead indulging her love for sleeping in and all other forms of laziness.
