"Xiaoxiao, I'm going to the Academy tomorrow!"
"..." Xiaoxiao had not yet recovered from Yang Ming's earlier words when she heard this statement. Her eyes paused, "Is the school term starting so soon?"
"..." The term had started on the fifteenth of the first month, but because he had been worried about his wife collaborating with Wang Xiangxiang, he had asked for a few more days off.
There wasn't much of a holiday to begin with, and he had taken leave before, telling his wife that it was a holiday and she had believed him; he did not explain further afterward.
"Yeah, I need to go to the Academy. Take good care of yourself at home."
"Mm, mm." Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously, a smile she couldn't hide spreading across her face. She had been longing for the day her dear husband would go to the Academy.
"..." Yang Ming, seeing his wife's reaction, felt an indescribable sense of loss. Was she so eager for him to leave? Had their days together not endeared him to her at all?
