In the morning, Yang PeiMin opened her eyes and instinctively reached for her watch on the bedside table to check the time.
Glancing at it, it was already 7:40 am, and she felt a bit rushed. How could it be this late?
She sat up quickly, recalling the warnings of Zhang Minghua before she married: as someone's daughter-in-law, she must rise early to make breakfast, clean the house, and more.
The abrupt movement made her gasp for air as her body ached as if she'd been slammed to the ground, sore and painful.
She turned her head to look at the pile of blankets by the door, now empty.
Flashes from last night's scenes combined with her current state of undress, filled her with both shame and annoyance. It took her quite a while to slowly get up and start tidying up.
