Before Zhou Miao'an's voice had even faded, Han Zhi was already shaking his head as he backed away toward the foot of the bed, his embroidered boots crushing the un-swept mugwort scattered on the floor. He watched the interlaced lotus pattern on his mother-in-law's sleeve sway before Su Zhen's eyes, while a vague "Hai hour" leaked through the ringing in his ears.
"I'm not tired... not tired..."
He could not hear his own voice, unaware of whether it was loud or soft. Zhou Miao'an's fingertips touched his icy wrist with a pressure so light it felt like trying to catch smoke, yet he instinctively drew his hand back, his gaze still nailed to the jade bracelet on Su Zhen's wrist.
Chapter 409