Xia Weibao, "..."
Can you really tell?
She shook her head, "It's nothing."
Lu Hualiang frowned, "Wife, I'm your husband. You can't hide your bad mood from my eyes."
Xia Weibao stared at him steadily and suddenly sat up.
Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, unsure of how to start.
Seeing her troubled, Lu Hualiang also sat up, "What's the matter?"
"Why were you angry yesterday?" Xia Weibao asked.
Lu Hualiang's expression darkened, "I don't want to discuss this topic. Let's sleep."
With that, he turned around and lay down, his back facing her.
Xia Weibao looked at his obviously angry back and remained silent for a long time.
Frustrated, she scratched her hair and lay down as well, facing away from him.
Ever since their wedding night, they've always slept cuddling together. Nights like this, back to back, were rare.
It always happened during arguments, and each time it was uncomfortable.
Xia Weibao was far from sleepy; her bright eyes seemed eerie in the dark.
