The next day.
When Qiao Xi awoke, she felt a heaviness in her stomach but didn't think much of it.
She turned her head and saw that the man beside her was still lying in bed, his brows furrowed and breath long and steady. He must have been tired recently, with faint dark circles under his eyes.
Qiao Xi thought that even the most remarkable men couldn't be made of steel.
Working during the day, laboring at night.
There would come a time when even they would collapse.
She got up quietly, freshened up, and changed into a red dress with white dots in a Hong Kong style before heading downstairs. Her beauty was as radiant as peach and plum blossoms, and sometimes wearing bright colors made her look even more striking, delicate, and vivid.
As soon as she went downstairs, she entered the kitchen.
Aunt Qian was making breakfast and upon seeing her enter, said, "Young Madam, why don't you rest a little longer?"
