When Feng Xuan had her golden idea, she pressed the sleepy Qing Chen to add more. She had an early morning that day and she felt tired but this rush of whole new energy would not let her catch a wink of sleep unless she worked on it. She got up, took a spare notebook, and started writing things. She paced around their bedroom trying to think of what they should do.
After about an hour, Qing Chen's eyelids were already falling but she poked at the sole of his feet. "This is your idea! Don't fall asleep!"
Qing Chen smiled lazily at her. "Wife, it's your idea. You're the one who thought about it."
"Help me!" she had already concluded that it would be Liu Meilien who would be the lamb that would be sent to the slaughterhouse.