The next day, as dawn broke with the golden rooster crowing, gentle sunlight danced upon the eaves, Chen Mo woke early due to the need to absorb Innate Spiritual Qi, having long developed a biological clock that roused him before the sky brightened.
He glanced at the beautiful woman beside him, still wrapped in a deep slumber. Her delicate face bore traces of tears, her coiffure in disarray, her flowing hair spread across the pillow, stirring a sense of tenderness and guilt in Chen Mo's heart.
Last night, when he heard his sister-in-law call him "husband," he felt invigorated, as if infused with newfound energy. Han Anniang's body, inherently frail, was subjected to his playful cajoling and peculiar postures, leaving her utterly exhausted.
Leaning down to gently kiss the woman's smooth, jade-like forehead, he rose quietly, adorned himself in a black robe, and began his morning routine.
