Pei Zhan shook his head and said softly, "No."
Inside, he felt a tumult like wind stirring up waves.
In the past, he had countless late returns, yet she had never waited for him. From the very first day of their marriage, she had lived just as she always did, never considering to adjust to his rhythm.
—Of course, Pei Zhan never blamed her. From the start, he had promised her extreme freedom.
So how things were before, were definitely not her fault.
But it was also the first time he realized how wonderful it felt to be waited for by someone.
"Don't wait for me next time," Pei Zhan served her a bowl of soup, "You're not in good health, there's no need to mistreat yourself for me."
"How is this mistreatment?" Fu Zhen straightened her back, "I'm not lacking food, eating a bit later is no issue. Besides, I'm much better now, not as weak as before."
Pei Zhan glanced at her, curved his lips, and buried his head to eat.
