In the small courtyard, Qìng was enjoying the chicken soup brought by his little wife.
"Husband, the physician said you're too exhausted and need chicken soup to replenish yourself." The little wife rested her chin on her hand, eyes shining.
Qìng took a sip of the soup, feeling quite comfortable.
After a long breath, he stretched lazily.
These past days had truly worn him out.
With food and drink satisfied, as the sun set on the western hills.
The little wife leaned against Qìng's chest, her hand held tightly by Qìng, as they both gazed at the distant mountain sunset.
"Husband, do you think we'll soon be able to truly enjoy peaceful days?"
The little wife said softly.
Qìng chuckled lightly, squeezing her hand: "Yes, very soon, then we can have a baby. I'll open a school and teach the children, and you can stay home and care for the family."
"Mm, such days sound wonderful, I feel like I can already see them."
