Zhang Hao suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, woken by the urge to urinate.
He hurried out of bed, went to the bathroom to relieve himself, and hurried back.
The moment he slipped back under the covers, he held He Qianhui tight.
His hands, as if they had radar, covered the softness without any deviation.
He Qianhui, still in her sleep, murmured in response to being disturbed.
But Zhang Hao found this extremely comforting.
They slept until daylight, and when He Qianhui opened her eyes, she noticed the weather wasn't too good today.
It seemed a bit gloomy and overcast.
She opened the weather app on her phone to check today's weather.
It reported overcast skies, no rain.
He Qianhui, still wrapped in her robe, returned to bed.
It was the weekend, a perfect time for sleeping in. She didn't want the weather to spoil her mood.
"How come, didn't you say we were going to get up early today?"
