Liang Xiaoqi's words made Gu Xinzhou's eyes redder and redder.
Indeed, Song Zhen's genuine feelings for her...
She lifted her head, gazing at the horizon.
The aurora borealis bore witness.
Gu Xinzhou and her friends were enjoying hot springs in a place called Fengluan Garden, where everyone was open and honest with each other. The garden had nine varieties of hot spring pools, beautifully arranged throughout the courtyard, all very close to each other, so everyone could hear if anyone spoke.
Fang Lingwei was pregnant and couldn't soak in the hot springs.
Ruan Qianyi was nursing, and Fubao needed milk one moment then again shortly after, so she also couldn't soak.
They watched over the four little ones from another spot.
Interestingly, despite so many hot springs, the four little ones chose a mud bath, taking them to a courtyard called Huanifang.
First, the three little ones buried Qiao Yi, leaving only his head above the surface. Qiao Yi grinned, thoroughly enjoying himself.
