After the deep autumn, the weather grew colder, and Mrs. Gu Sr. fell ill once, with Lin Youning attending to her closely every day.
By the time they received another letter from Gu Yifeng, the frost had set in, and the day after tomorrow would be the Double Ninth Festival.
Mrs. Gu Sr. couldn't stop smiling, "Look, your big brother is coming home, and he said he's bringing you a gift."
The letter was read by Lin Youning, who naturally knew about it, but to humor Mrs. Gu Sr., she playfully said, "When has big brother ever not brought me a gift? Aunt, you mustn't say I'm so ungrateful."
"Yes, yes, it's Aunt who misspoke." Mrs. Gu Sr. fondly patted the spoiled body in her arms, "Alright, you're all grown up and still acting like such a child, it's the most laughable."
"Aunt won't laugh at me." Lin Youning said, yet she sat properly.
