Yi Ran looked listless, but his self-regulation ability was quite decent. Although he was somewhat dispirited and melancholic, it wasn’t long before his large eyes turned bright and shiny again. "So, can I get my share for today in advance?" Shu Yu glanced at him. Despite Yi Ran’s handsome appearance, he had deep dark circles beneath his eyes; if one looked closely, they could see the bloodshot streaks in the whites of his eyes. Shu Yu sighed gently, then picked up his guqin and sat cross-legged on a yellow bamboo mat. After that, Shu Yu’s fingertips began to pluck the strings of the instrument. It was a slow, soothing melody. Yi Ran seemed very enthusiastic, almost excited. However, as he listened, he gradually began to snore... Before meeting Shu Yu, it had been many years since he had a good night’s sleep. Since encountering Shu Yu, he found that Shu Yu’s music was magical; it could calm his restless emotions. Listening to the music, he could sleep soundly. He had searched for other highly skilled musicians, but they were of no help. Only Shu Yu’s music worked for him. Heaven knows what kind of life he led before meeting Shu Yu. Actually, a month is quite good. The future can wait. At least for this month, he can sleep peacefully, without fearing nightmares or being troubled by insomnia. Shu Yu played for a very long time, until the sun was setting and it was nearly dark. His fingertips had been rubbed raw by the strings, staining them with blood, but his face remained serene. At first, Dong Huiying could sit still, but as time passed and she saw Shu Yu’s ten fingers bloodied from playing for so long, even though she had harsh words for this man not long ago, she couldn’t help but feel distressed. She rushed forward, grabbed Shu Yu’s hand tightly. The music stopped, and almost simultaneously, Yi Ran’s eyes snapped open, waking up. But after sleeping the entire day, Yi Ran’s complexion had improved greatly. Shu Yu pursed his lips without speaking, quietly watching his wife. Seeing his wife frowning, she took a small paper packet from her own scented pouch, wrapped in yellow paper, containing some powder, she applied medicine to his wounds, and they began to heal. However, when she looked at the blood-stained Seven-stringed Guqin, her pupils contracted slightly, and she turned her head away. "Still... angry with me?" He slowly extended his hand, caressing her cheek. She glared at him, "Were you doing it on purpose again??" She stormed off, throwing him aside, "Why can’t people be more sincere and less cunning? You really are too much!!" Seeing her angry, Shu Yu quickly stood up, grabbing her arm. She fiercely shook him off. He reached out again to hold her: "I understand that you don’t trust me anymore, but when asking for help, one must show the proper attitude; I didn’t do it on purpose, this wasn’t intentional! It’s not a ploy!" Dong Huiying gradually paused. Yi Ran yawned; he didn’t like women much, but Shu Yu cared too deeply for this woman, so even though he had a belly full of sarcastic retorts, he could only hold back, keeping them to himself. Dong Huiying slowly turned around, looking at Shu Yu: "Sometimes, I truly can’t tell how much of what you all say and do is real and how much is fake?"