The next morning, Ye Wutian stopped cultivating and stepped out of his room.
In the yard, Lin Qingya was doing laundry. Seeing Ye Wutian, she asked with a smile, "Ah-Tian, did you sleep well last night?"
Looking at the strong yet fragile woman before him and thinking about her cries from last night, Ye Wutian felt a complicated mix of emotions. He smiled and said, "Not too bad, except it seemed like a ghost was crying in the middle of the night, scared me so much that I hid under the covers and didn't dare to come out."
Hearing Ye Wutian's words, Lin Qingya bashfully lowered her head.
"Miss, why did you get up so early?" Ye Wutian asked casually.
"There's a lot to do in the store in the morning, no time for sleeping in," Lin Qingya said helplessly.
"If that's the case, then go to sleep earlier at night!" Ye Wutian suggested.
"I have to settle the accounts for the day at night," Lin Qingya responded while continuing to wash the clothes.