A marriage replacement story. HE.
When Qing Shi Jiu got up, Ling Shan Jun had already left and his half of the bed was ice-cold. He curled up around the blanket, occupied the entire bed, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
Until he was woken up by the clay figures.
The rain outside became much lighter, as Qing Shi Jiu ate a few bites of food super slowly, he took out Ling Shan Jun’s travel book from the headboard to read.
The clay children followed close behind and cried out: “Madam has not finished eating.”
Qing Shi Jiu did not acknowledge them: “I’m full.”