The next day.
The morning light slowly began its crescendo.
Yu Tingwan slept especially sweetly, though she felt a bit cold despite the thickness of the quilt.
The young lady just opened her eyes and sensed something amiss.
Why was her head buried in Wei Zhao's neck?
The two were lying closely intertwined in an intimate position.
The coldness came from Wei Zhao's body.
He wasn't well. Even with such a thick quilt and their bodies tightly pressed together, it didn't warm him up in the slightest.
Yu Tingwan mulled over this fact.
The surprise came so suddenly that she felt a bit dazed.
Usually, after waking up, Yu Tingwan would get out of bed and head to the kitchen to wait for breakfast.
But now, she didn't want to.
Ignoring everything else, Yu Tingwan finally felt the authentic sense of being married.
Even though Wei Shen disapproved of them sharing a pillow, every morning she found herself dominantly encroaching upon his pillow more each day.
