Unknowingly, Wen Zhi had spent the whole afternoon at Chong Wanyin's place.
During that time, no one had come to look for her, but she felt uneasy all along.
It wasn't until after dinner, as Chong Wanyin kept Wen Zhi chatting about family matters, that Wen Zhi couldn't sit still any longer. She raised her hand, feigned a yawn, and pretended to be tired.
She hadn't uttered a word about being sleepy or leaving, but she made such an obvious gesture. How could Chong Wanyin not understand? Raising her hand, she called Zhao Qin over, "It's getting late. Take Zhizhi back to rest."
Wen Zhi immediately said, "Madam, I'm not sleepy yet."
Chong Wanyin laughed softly, "Your eyelids are almost too heavy to lift, yet you say you're not sleepy? Alright, go back and rest, refresh yourself. You look so pale, you must not have recovered well from the fall into the lake the other day."
Wen Zhi obediently lowered her head and said nothing.
