Chapter 104 Stabbing in the Heart_1

With a new day ahead, Zhulan, exhausted from the first half of the night, slept soundly, but as she had gotten enough sleep and her arms ached uncomfortably, she barely slept through the latter half.

Like Zhulan, Zhou Shuren experienced the same situation; both spent the latter part of the night massaging each other's arms.

Because her son-in-law was at home, Zhulan couldn't indulge in a lazy lie-in. Getting dressed was painful for her arms, and as she folded the quilts, she said, "I can't do any work today."

Zhou Shuren, "I can't write today either."

Zhulan felt amused, comforted by having someone to share her misery.

After a day of eating meat, Zhulan craved something light. She longed for the crunchiness of cucumbers, but sadly, the northern regions in ancient times did not have off-season vegetables, with only the green of cabbages available.