Zhang Xuehua hadn't had a good rest for quite a long time. That night, she awoke from her drowsy dreams and painfully rubbed her forehead. In her dreams, those she once looked down upon had now turned the tables and trampled her underfoot, a particularly miserable scene.
Under the warm orange glow of the bedside lamp, she looked haggard and worn. Just lying there with her eyes open, she leaned against the pillow, sitting at the head of the bed in a daze, until it was almost dawn.
This situation had been going on for a long time, and she knew it was due to her being overly tense and nervous.
At six o'clock sharp, when the sky was not yet fully bright, Ning Zongjin woke up right on time. He slightly turned his head to the right and sure enough, his wife was once again sitting at the head of the bed in a daze, and it seemed very likely she had not slept through the night.
He sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead in pain, finding no way to solve the problem.
