"If you feel better, maybe you should sleep earlier," Master Xu said to his wife.
"Yes, I hope I can sleep well."
Since Master Xu's wife started having headaches, her sleep quality had been affected, and she would sometimes wake from her dreams. Her head would ache the most during those times, as painful as piercing pins.
When we get the chance, we need to thank Dr. Wang properly, Master Xu thought.
…
The night was dark, and the stars were high up in the sky.
In the solitude of Nanshan hill, the cottage was lit and a soft voice reciting scriptures rang out along with the hill breeze. The voice seemed to be able to travel a very long distance.
Up until around 10 pm, the light in the cottage finally went out.
The next day, Zhou Xiong brought his son up to Nanshan hill. When he went up the hill, Wang Yao had just come down from the hill peak after his breathing exercises.
