Song Guo was very touched. He exerted some force with his arms and carried her to the bed.
The single bed wasn't spacious enough; they lay side by side, chatting while lying on their backs.
Miao Zhu murmured, "I know it's not right to come over like this, but I just want to accompany you. I know you might feel anxious and tense. I came to be with you in hopes that you'll sleep early. Sleep early and feel refreshed tomorrow."
Song Guo nodded, "I understand."
After a brief pause, he asked, "Will you accompany me tomorrow morning?"
"Are you talking about during the surgery?"
"Yes."
"When the Crown Princess Consort had surgery before, if Chun Xia Qiudong were present, they would hand her tools. If none of the four were there, I would assist by her side. Tomorrow, Mr. Ling is the main surgeon; under such circumstances, I'm not sure how the Crown Princess Consort will arrange it."
The two lay straight, not daring to touch each other's hands.
