Bai Zhu spent the evening in his papers as usual. Human memory can't remember everything, which is why the man has been keeping diaries for a long time, describing how the medicines and decoctions he makes himself work. The doctor himself doesn't even notice how he spends the whole night on this, returning to your shared bed only in the morning.

He was distracted only when he heard the door to his office open with a slight creak. Adjusting his glasses, he turned around, losing his attention from his work.

"Oh, darling?"