Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 1828: Chapter 1822: Legs Are Numb

“Yingying, what are you thinking about?” Qing Zhu waved her hand in front of Nangong Beiying.

“What’s wrong?” Nangong Beiying snapped back to reality and asked Qing Zhu.

“Qin Xue is calling you.” Qing Zhu glanced over at Qin Xue’s side.

“Xuexue, what’s the matter?” Nangong Beiying looked at Qin Xue.

“It’s nothing, I just wanted to ask what you were thinking about.” Qin Xue shook her head.

“I just remembered some things from the past.” Nangong Beiying came out of her reverie.

Lately, she didn’t know why, but she often thought of past events. She even wondered if she was ill, suffering from a condition called nostalgia.

“You shouldn’t think too much right now, just relax.” Qin Xue also noticed that Nangong Beiying’s mood had been a bit down recently, not knowing if she was worried about how to face Xiao Qi when they returned.

Although Nangong Beiying hadn’t shown anything, as friends for two lifetimes, Qin Xue could still tell what Nangong Beiying’s emotions were.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Nangong Beiying smiled.

What could be wrong with her? Should she tell Qin Xue she was scared? But even she herself didn’t know what she was afraid of, so how could she explain it to Qin Xue?

The closer she got to the Imperial Capital, the more uneasy she felt, as if something bad had happened.

This feeling left Nangong Beiying baffled; she didn’t understand why she felt this way. But lately, her heart was just so restless, and she didn’t want to worry those who cared about her, so she had been acting perfectly normal.

But as long-time friends, Nangong Beiying knew she couldn’t hide it from Qin Xue, yet she really didn’t know how to bring it up.

Chu Molin, perhaps sensing Qin Xue’s mood, suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw Qin Xue looking worriedly at Nangong Beiying.

He followed Qin Xue’s gaze, sighed inwardly, and thought to himself that with the personalities of these two, being together wasn’t easy. Because they weren’t firm enough about what they wanted in their hearts, how could they open up to each other?

The more unclear feelings are, the more they hurt people. Chu Molin never acted this way; he would rather speak directly than procrastinate. Now, his wife was troubled again, making him want to curse, not knowing if his wife realized she worried too much, and everyone else was troublesome too.

Chu Molin’s thoughts were a bit unreasonable; who could tell what Qin Xue was thinking? Besides, knowing wouldn’t change anything; could everyone find their own happiness then? Of course, it’s impossible, which is why Qin Xue could only worry.

“You’re awake, didn’t sleep well, did you?” Qin Xue, feeling the movement on her palm, looked down at the man whose slightly drowsy eyes were so deep they almost pulled her soul in.

“I rested well.” Chu Molin propped himself up in bed, surprised that so many people had gathered while he had only slept for a short while. But he had thick skin and wasn’t afraid of being watched.

“I’ll go check on them, then we’ll get off the train when we arrive at the station.” Chu Molin checked the time, surprised that he had slept for so long.

“Alright.” Qin Xue followed him.

“Phew, my leg is dead.” After Chu Molin left, Qin Xue’s expression changed as her leg was numb from being weighted down.

“You’re silly. Didn’t think to move, huh? Just letting your man use you as a pillow for so long? Of course, it’s numb.” Although Nangong Beiying said this, she walked over to help Qin Xue massage her leg.

“He didn’t rest all night. If I don’t let him sleep a bit, how could he endure?” Chu Molin was mindful that she couldn’t rest well holding the child, so he took charge of the kids, though she worried he hadn’t rested enough herself.