The night was cold, and everything had sunk down, retreating into darkness.
Ju Nanyi, however, couldn't sleep, and memories continued to accumulate in his mind—though they were trivial things unrelated to the course of life, they slowly drew out the ordinary days of their newlywed bliss.
These memories in Ju Nanyi's mind were so real that everything happening now seemed false, like Zhuangzi's absurd dream of the butterfly, making him feel that he was actually dreaming now.
"Commandery, Commandery Princess—," Yu Yuan, who had had enough sleep the past few days, couldn't fall asleep and was practicing boxing in the courtyard when he suddenly didn't know whether to dodge or what to do; he picked up his sweatshirt from the ground and, without caring for the dust, immediately draped it over himself.
Ju Nanyi immediately sat up from the bed, and although movement still caused him pain, he tried his best not to appear disheveled.
