Looking at the receding figure, Madam Hou Qing cried like a child, heartbroken. Candlelight swayed and its shadow fell on the window. Xiao Douya slept soundly on the bed. The man held a book about spirit cultivation. The wind rattled in the night. Wuyou bent down to pick up the books scattered on the ground. She thought whether her man got better during her absence these days. Her little hand fondled his forehead. However, the man who was still having a dream gave a palm. Wuyou was thrown away by the unexpected palm. The bang woke up the man. He sat up immediately. Wuyou rubbed the corner of her mouth and shed tears with grievance. Xiao Qi was in a trance, thinking that he was making a dream, but he found that he hurt Xiaoyao. "Husband, having a nightmare?" Wuyou picked herself up from the ground, wondering why her husband would have a nightmare since everything was going on well. Xiao Qi just dodged it. During Xiaoyao's absence these days, Xiao Qi had re
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