The following afternoon, Zhou Shuren finally returned home, looking utterly exhausted, with noticeable dark circles under his eyes. He sat down without moving, supported by Zhulan.
Zhulan was terribly worried, "What's wrong?"
As she spoke, she reached out to touch Shuren's forehead, then touched her own, repeating it a few times to confirm there was no fever.
After gathering himself for a while and having a few cups of juice, Zhou Shuren finally felt some energy, his mouth sweet. "Don't worry, I'm fine, just didn't rest well."
His head was buzzing loudly now, aching terribly.
Zhulan said, "Then go inside and have a good sleep."
Zhou Shuren indeed wanted to sleep. Although he could rest in the Palace, he never slept soundly, always feeling uneasy. Now that he was home, his eyelids were drooping heavily. "I'll take a bath first."
"Alright, alright, I'll have Qing Xue prepare it right away."
Zhou Shuren held his wife's hand, "Stay with me for a while."
