When Su Ziyu returned, it was already around three or four in the morning.
As soon as he entered his residence, he paused for a moment, the hall still aglow with candlelight. Qing Ji was measuring a piece of cloth with needle and thread in hand. It seemed she heard footsteps outside, for she pleasantly set aside what she was holding and stood up to greet him, saying, "Husband."
"You're back."
"Yes," Su Ziyu nodded slightly, changing into the wooden clogs Qing Ji handed over, and casually asked, "Why haven't you slept yet?"
Qing Ji raised her fair wrist and gently lifted the cascading long hair, her eyes constantly settled on Su Ziyu, and whispered, "I couldn't sleep. Then I thought of making some suitable clothes for the sisters."
"Is Husband hungry?"
"There's still warm food in the kitchen, let me bring it over for you."
Su Ziyu looked at Qing Ji in front of him with a rather complex expression and after a moment nodded, saying, "Alright."
