Mrs. Mira didn't pay attention to her husband's expression. She got up and blew out the lamp, leaving only one candle burning. She protected the candle with her hand and slowly brought it to the high table under the window.
When Rowan Qin saw his wife blowing on the lamp, he swatted away the mosquitoes himself. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and found that the cattail leaf fan was still placed under the gauze quilt at the end of the bed as it had been when they got married.
He lifted up the mosquito net with one hand and shook the cattail leaf fan vigorously in the gauze net with one hand. He said in his mouth: "Come in quickly. I will put up the net after you come in to prevent the mosquitoes from being driven away."
This scene, which the two of them had seen each and every day since their marriage, had gradually become less and less frequent since Rowan Qin entered the yamen. Now that they saw each other again after so many years, Mira felt mixed feelings in her heart. She took two steps quickly and got on the bed in a flash. .
Although the two of them were relatively harmonious today, they were not anxious young people after all. They lay quietly for a while before talking about business.
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