Shen Qing was slightly taken aback, her drowsy mind finally starting to clear. Just as she struggled to open her eyes, a cool, deep voice reached her. "If you're sleepy, just sleep a little longer."
The voice was pleasant and melodious, like the chime of jade striking jade, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.
Shen Qing hummed a soft "mhm," no longer forcing herself to open her eyes. She snuggled against his chest and mumbled, "Why are you the one carrying me in?"
The man's steps were unhurried, quiet and steady, carrying a certain reassuring rhythm. He said in a low voice, "My wife abandoned me without a word and ran off, so I had no choice but to wait by the gate for her to return."
