Zhou Wangshu looked at the girl in front of him.
She was truly optimistic.
In fact, he wasn't lying— in his eyes, she was ten times, a hundred times better looking than the pretentious Jiang Yihuan.
When she laughed, her whole being seemed to glow.
Returning home, Su Yaoguang closed the courtyard door and said to Zhou Wangshu, "Let's go inside and count the money."
Zhou Wangshu followed her into the bedroom. This was Zhou Wangshu's first time coming into her room. It wasn't large, the furniture was rather old, but it was very clean.
He saw a broken jar by the window, which held a handful of wildflowers. At this moment, the flowers were blooming vibrantly, adding color to the simple room.
Su Yaoguang took out a tattered cloth bag from the basket.
She placed it on the table and opened it. Clink, clink—a lovely sound of copper coins, as if they were playing music.
