The sun set at dusk.
Chu Mu clutched a set of clothes. At his courtyard gate, the young widow, with a hint of shyness, turned and left. Her graceful figure was all that remained before she quickly vanished from sight.
'Interesting...'
Chu Mu chuckled. The young widow's sudden gesture of thanks had been rather unexpected.
He spread out the Qingyi robes in his hands. A single glance was all it took for Chu Mu to see that they would fit him perfectly.
'This young widow... she really is interesting.'
It was only a moment ago that he had learned the young widow's full name: Li Caiyi. She was merely sixteen years old.
In a more modern time, she would still be a naive young girl, but in this world, she had already endured far too much.
After standing in the courtyard for a moment, he folded the clothes. He stared at them for another moment before shaking his head, turning, and walking into his room.
