Yun Ran watched as Nangong Mo and Madam Yan went to the pavilion outside the courtyard and couldn't help being a little flabbergasted.
What are they going to talk about?
Do they need to go that far?
"Ayue, these are the peach blossom cakes and almond crisps that Mother made for you herself."
"And this bottle of Peach Blossom Brew, she brewed it personally as well."
Yan Zichu took out several boxes of carefully wrapped pastries and a bottle of Peach Blossom Brew, with a gentle worry in his eyes, hesitating to speak.
Yun Ran smiled wryly, "Cousin, is there something you want to say?"
Yan Zichu paused slightly, then asked, "Ayue, have you... been crying?"
"Cried for a long time."
Yun Ran: "..."
With eyes like that, who would believe you haven't cried?
"I did cry, but it really had nothing to do with Nangong Mo, it was truly because of the medicinal powder."
Yan Zichu furrowed his brows slightly, "What kind of medicinal powder is that powerful?"
