After his figure completely blended into the night, Han Zhao quickly rushed home.
"Creak!"
After pushing open the door of the central room, he took off his night clothes and placed them in a copper basin, preparing to burn them.
Hearing the commotion, Yu Niang, who had already fallen asleep, was woken up. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and supported herself with her arm on the wooden bed. She propped up her upper body and looked at Han Zhao. "Brother Han?"
"It's fine. Go to sleep," Han Zhao said softly.
"Oh," Yu Niang replied and lay down again. Soon, she fell asleep again.
Han Zhao sat on the bench, his night clothes burning in the copper basin. The bright yellow flames illuminated half of his face until it was red. A smile appeared on his face.