Although he still looked handsome, the tiredness on his face was undeniable.
Su Shu looked at him and felt a pang of heartache.
He surely noticed the changes in her eyes.
In the middle of the night, his breathing became erratic with emotion.
They had not been together for a long time, and their memories of each other's bodies seemed almost forgotten. At this moment, desire inevitably stirred.
Mountains towered, and rivers flowed gently. Tang Zelin looked down at his wife, his gaze deepening.
Even her own heart was pounding softly.
The sound of its beating echoed in her ears.
He thought, wouldn't she miss it too?
But she dared not.
"The child..."
Two words, like a bucket of cold water, poured over Tang Zelin's head.
After a long silence, a deep sigh.
He wrapped his arms around his wife, "Sleep now."
"Mhm."
Su Shu obediently nestled into his embrace.
The night was quiet, and after a long while, Su Shu quietly asked, "Are you asleep?"
