It was late autumn, and the window was filled with briar petals.
Gu Xinyue placed her hands on the window sill and looked up at the briar petals that were slowly falling from the sky. Her slender and beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her exquisite and flawless face looked a little painful.
After an unknown period of time, Chen An's gentle voice sounded behind her. "You must be tired. Lie on the bed and rest for a while. I'll give you a massage."
"Mm."
Gu Xinyue was obedient to Chen An and answered him with a few words. Then, she obediently returned to the bed and lay down.
Chen An did not say anything. He walked to the bed and sat down, silently massaging her.
"Husband, you've been in the Alchemy Hall for so long. Have you found any medicinal pills that can treat women's infertility?"