Zhang Xiangwei forced a bowl of porridge down his wife’s throat before heading back out. By nightfall, he collapsed into bed and fell sound asleep, not caring in the slightest whether his wife was recovering or not; he was still too angry to bother coddling anyone.
Song Ziyun ran a high fever that night. Her entire face was flushed a deep, feverish red, yet Zhang Xiangwei lay beside her, sleeping like a log. She tried to open her mouth to call for help, but she couldn't utter a sound. The intense heat of her fever clouded her mind, leaving her unable to distinguish reality from her dreams.
In her delirium, she saw herself married to Zhang Jinlin. They had two sons and a daughter, and they lived very happily. Her parents-in-law were kind to her and never let her do any heavy labor. Her mother-in-law favored their household, giving them everything the family owned. The old woman doted on their family, even helping her raise the three children. It was a pity she had passed away so young, though, in a way, it was fortunate—otherwise, she would have expected them to wait on her.
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