Late at night.
Xia Lu lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, so she simply sat up.
The events of the day had left her mind in utter chaos. She had initially thought that marrying Zhou Mingchen was just a delaying tactic—she just had to work hard enough to earn enough money and she could free herself from this nominal marriage, but the situation had now turned different from what she had originally envisioned.
"Put a little effort into it."
Finally, their lips parted, and Zhou Mingchen looked at her displeased, very unsatisfied.
Xia Lu didn't know what to say. They didn't have any feelings for each other; how could she put effort into it?
"Maybe we should think of some other way..." she suggested softly.
"There are no other ways."
