A stormy night swayed like a sailboat adrift, where Su Xiaowan, who felt like that wayward vessel, could never reach the other shore. Buffeted by the tempestuous waves, tossed up and down, she was constantly worried that her tiny boat might capsize.
The frightful waves kept her heart racing so fast it almost burst out; there hadn't been a moment of calm. Han Dongchen, that beast, filled Su Xiaowan with so much regret she couldn't even begin to express it; she cursed her own loose lips for provoking him needlessly.
Su Xiaowan lay in bed, aching in her back and sore in her waist, consumed by regret. But in this world, there was no such thing as a pill to cure regret. Since Han Dongchen returned, he hadn't indulged so freely. When they were at home, with so many people living upstairs and downstairs, he always had to restrain himself.
But here, it was different. This place could be considered their bridal chamber, where they consummated their marriage on this very bed.
