Lu Yanbin had been recuperating in the family temple for more than half a month before he showed improvement.
During this half month, Mrs. Xiao Liu took care of him diligently every day.
More than once, Lu Yanbin said to her, "Shuyuan, will you forgive me?"
Mrs. Xiao Liu would then smile and reply, "I'll go home with you."
On the day they returned to the city, the two sat in the carriage, and Lu Yanbin held her in his arms.
Mrs. Xiao Liu did not resist either, resting her cheek against his chest. From above her head, Lu Yanbin's voice came again, "Shuyuan, are you still angry with me?"
Mrs. Xiao Liu looked up at him, her lips curved into a smile, "Young master, I will never run away from home again. I'll stay at the Lu Family, won't go anywhere."
She smiled beautifully, perhaps it was the first time he had seen her smile so brightly in his memory.
But there was no soul.
In her eyes, the previous anticipation and the uncontainable infatuation for him could no longer be seen.
