Zhou Jiao didn't know that someone was discussing her tonight. She didn't think she was that extraordinary. Even if she knew, she would just laugh it off.
Her son had just fallen asleep after breastfeeding, and her mother-in-law was also resting early on the kang bed outside.
Zhang Guoqing hadn't been home all night; Zhou Jiao couldn't fall asleep either. During the day when he left, it didn't feel like much. But now, as night deepens and everything outside is quiet, any little noise startled her.
The wind from the north scratched against the window paper, rustling constantly. Occasionally, a dog barking made her heart skip a beat. She knew she lacked a sense of security; with him, her heart would be at ease.
