Liang Yuening had never seen her . In her sleep, she cried like a child, taking sharp breaths, very fragile, very pitiable, her voice muttering something indistinct—it was just that he could not hear clearly. Yet her sorrow, it shook his heart. Tears wet her face, yet she was not aware. She blankly touched her face, her consciousness gradually pulling away from the dream, but she was still in a daze. It had been a long time, since she had had that dream. "My lady?" Yue Ning looked at her anxiously, to which she pulled herself together, "It’s nothing, just... a nightmare." Her disingenuous lie made him suspicious, "Really?" She smiled faintly, "Of course, of course it’s true." She sat up and naturally shifted the subject, "What time is it?" Outside, it was already bright daylight. Seeing her get dressed, his gaze followed her movements. He was clearly very worried about her. Once she was properly attired, she suddenly hooked her arms around his neck, leaned forward, and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, "Be good, don’t worry over nothing, it was just a dream." It was all so long ago. She once held onto the belief of a lifetime with only one partner, thinking she wouldn’t follow in her parents’ footsteps. If she had her own family, she was determined to be loyal to it, to treat her own kin well. Yet, by obsessing over it, she inadvertently got it all backward. She had six husbands, which meant six responsibilities, as well as six kinds of love. What more could she ask for being content? Perhaps it was because... it was once again the beginning of February. When Dong Huiying came out of the room, she saw everyone bustling about. The courtyard had several chubby little snowmen, Yixuan was holding a feather duster, dusting away. Shujun was also busy organizing, while Big Brother Liang Zhichen, unusually, was wielding a spatula—it looked like he was in charge of cooking? Lao Si was sweeping the snow in the courtyard with a broom. Shu Yu, wrapped in cotton clothing and with a small blanket over her legs, was holding a cup of hot water, leisurely watching her brothers busily going about their tasks. "What’s this?" The young lady looked confused, "Are we expecting guests?" Given everyone’s hustle, one more diligent than the next, a stranger might think they were preparing to entertain guests. But, as far as she knew, they hardly had any acquaintances in Balibao. Though because of Shujun’s business and running her own medical practice, they did meet some people, but their acquaintances were too casual, and so she was as puzzled as a novice Monk. Shu Yu took a sip of her steaming cup of hot water, "Has the lady possibly forgotten what day it is today?" She blanked for a moment, "Today?" She thought back, "The fourth day of the second month, is there something special about this date?" Just then, Mother Dong arrived briskly, carrying a string of lanterns, "You silly child, how could you forget your own birthday?" Her birthday was indeed on the fourth day of the second month, but... wait, that’s not right, she seemed to recall someone mentioning "Dong Dabao" was born in February, and she herself... Could it be that the two of them shared the exact same birthday? Father Xu Wenzhou was also full of smiles, "That year, amidst the heavy snow, Baobao was born just after Si Hour had passed," She was once again dumbfounded. Si Hour was between nine and eleven in the morning, and she remembered she was born at ten in the morning on the fourth day of the second lunar month. If she calculated back nineteen years, "Dong Dabao" was born in The Year of Guiyou on the fourth day of the second month, and so was she. This coincidence was just too perfect. To have the same birthday down to the Eight Characters, it seemed she and "Dong Dabao" really were fated.