Lin Huanyue walked away gracefully, with an air of indifference visible even from her back.
It seemed like she had just bumped into a friend and exchanged a casual greeting.
In truth, who knows how she's cursing in her heart.
Mu Qiu picked at the edge of the flowerpot, telling herself she shouldn't judge others like this—it's impolite—but she couldn't help rolling her eyes.
The brim of her hat was suddenly lifted a bit. Cheng Zhirang's fingers pushed it up, taking the hat off and catching her off guard with his smiling eyes.
"Shall we go home?"
The gloom in Mu Qiu's heart dissipated mostly, and she reached out to hold his hand, saying, "Okay. Did you put the water cup back? I'm really thirsty now."
"Let's go back and have some herbal tea, honeysuckle, it'll help cool you down."
"Okay."
Lin Huanyue, who had already walked out of the area around the Cheng family, stopped beyond the lawn, unable to resist turning back for one last glance.
