"I'm sorry! Aunt Zhu." These simple three words made Zhu Meihua's heart race with anxiety. She dared not say more and called her husband to the room to understand the situation before arranging a place for Gu Yunbo to stay.
"Yunbo, can I call you that?"
Gu Yunbo kept a cold expression and didn't respond, but once inside, she said, "Aunt Zhu, do you know why I'm called Gu Yunbo?"
Zhu Meihua paused with her hand on the door, smiling rather reluctantly, "I don't know, Yunbo, could you tell me?"
"Because I'm an illegitimate child without a father, so I can only take my mother's surname. By the way, Yunbo comes from the Tang Dynasty poet Li Shangyin's poem, 'Dreams of Jinghua, well sent through Yunbo.' My mother hoped to send her dreams to the Capital through the brook."
She leisurely watched as Zhu Meihua's face turned deathly pale, feeling somewhat pleased inside.
