Xie Limo only returned home late at night. Seeing his mother and wife sitting on the couch and watching an entertainment program, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Yun Bixue noticed that Xie Limo had returned and approached him happily. Just like the countless times before, she naturally took care of his coat. Smelling his cold and dark fragrance, her heart felt grounded and sweet.
Xie Limo's eyes were tinged with weariness, as though he hadn't felt at ease the entire day. However, seeing his wife's gentle expression, his exhaustion seemed to have mostly dissipated.
He reached out and caressed her head as he said, "What are you doing just standing here? Haven't you had dinner yet?"
Yun Bixue nodded. "I'll fill a bowl of rice for you. Everything's all ready. We were waiting for you to come home."
