Aunt Fu was extremely dizzy. In order to make this last trip, the carriage dashed too quickly and she vomited all the acid in her stomach.
She held her dizzy head. "No, I have to go out and catch my breath."
The coachman helped her down.
She looked up, panting, at the towering city tower. The open city gate was like a dormant beast opening the mouth of the abyss at her.
She said in a daze, "After so many years, I'm finally back."
…
The three of them stayed in the medical center late at night and only came out when Prime Minister Guo's condition stabilized.
Su Xiaoxiao felt that she had probably overindulged on her wedding night and was still a little listless.
As soon as she got into the carriage, she fell asleep.
It was a rather bold sleeping posture—sprawled on her back, leaning against the wall of the carriage. Her small mouth was slightly open, and she was just short of drooling.
