The sky was already bright, and even though Wen Wan was still tired, she didn't feel comfortable continuing to sleep. So she pushed herself to get up and help her husband change clothes.
Taking advantage of this moment, she asked him, "When are we moving?"
"In a couple of days when I have my break," Song Wei said, looking at the young wife who was smoothing the wrinkles on his shoulders in the bronze mirror. His lips couldn't help but curve into a smile.
Wen Wan said, "Then we need to let Mother check the almanac. Moving can't be taken lightly."
Song Wei didn't refuse.
Wen Wan added, "Give me the keys, just in case the day Mother chooses doesn't match your break. We can move ourselves; we're idle anyway, and it will give us something to do."
After dressing, Song Wei handed Wen Wan the keys to the house and advised her, "If I'm not around, try to get Uncle and Aunt to help out."
