Zhiyu was kneeling on the chair, devouring food heartily. The warmth from the heater cast a glow on Lu Jin'an's half-bodied silhouette. He was eating an orange while reading the golden parchment in his hands, feeling drowsy.
Zhu Nanzhi's gaze occasionally flitted over his profile, but now, it naturally wasn't filled with the same thoughts as in the Nanzhuo Domain.
She couldn't help but smile at the memory of her plan to forge her husband into a Sword Spirit.
Indeed, she preferred her husband alive and whole.
This moment was exactly the beautiful picture she had imagined countless times.
Zhu Nanzhi pressed her fingers onto the zither strings, stood up, and walked over to Lu Jin'an, draping the Fox Fur Cloak over him.
She squatted beside him, folding her arms on the armrest of the rocking chair, tilted her head, and watched his sleeping face. After a while, she gently placed his hand on her side profile.
So warm.
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