C30 Making a Fool of Himself

Early in the morning, with the sky still tinged with a grayish-blue hue, Qian Duojing rose from her bed. Xue Zhengqing heard the stir and was about to join her in waking, but she firmly pushed him back down onto the pillow, insisting he get a bit more sleep.

Xue Zhengqing typically left the house by seven in the morning and often didn't return until after ten at night