When Mu Lianxiao returned to Guishu Alley, the robe under his raincoat was already soaked through.
Seeing him drenched, Du Yunluo quickly had hot water brought in.
The sound of water came from the bathing room, while Du Yunluo leaned on the couch, thinking that the rain was indeed too heavy.
The government office was very close to home, and even at the pace of the young maids, it was only a quarter of an hour's walk.
Even though it was difficult to walk in the rain, Mu Lianxiao's long strides meant that just this short distance had left him drenched from head to toe; the torrential rain was far more frightening than it appeared from inside the house.
Ginger soup was already simmering in the kitchen.
After all, autumn had already arrived, and if one caught a cold, it would be troublesome.
Mu Lianxiao felt more comfortable after a wash and change of clothes.
As he wiped his hair and walked out, he took the ginger soup from Du Yunluo's hand and drank it in one go.
