Several ice basins were placed in the corner of the room.
Madam Wu disliked the heat; every summer, this room would be quite cool.
Jiang Yunuan originally felt comfortable too, but now, she felt as if she were standing under the blazing sun at noon, with sweat all over her forehead, neck, and back.
More than eight years had passed. She thought she had already let go, and aside from occasionally recalling things about Mu Liankang, those were memories that were more nostalgic than longing.
The feelings from the past, like the most beautiful flower in her memory, she had hidden deep in her heart.
Maybe during midnight dreams, she would think of Mu Liankang and shed some tears, but she truly had buried the past.
Now, she was already married.
Married to Mu Liancheng, had a docile daughter, matters about Mu Liankang were no longer related to her, but until this very moment, Jiang Yunuan suddenly realized, perhaps it was all her self-deception.
