Outside the Yunhai Pavilion, Yunxuan and the two girls Ruixue and Zhilan were hanging clothes in the yard. Although it was a sunny day, the temperature in the north had always been very different. Yunxuan was from the south, so she still couldn't adapt to this.
It's a cold day, even if there's a sun in the sky, it's still a bit air-conditioned
"Miss, you go in and have a rest. It's cold outside. Leave these clothes to us to dry in case you feel unwell again." Zhilan looked at Yunxuan, who was thin, and grabbed a bucket of clothes next to her and came over.
When she wanted to dry them, Yunxuan shook her head, stopped Zhilan's movements, and smiled softly: "I'd better do it myself. You guys can just dry those clothes. While the weather is still a little warm, I hung them in the past few days."
Chao, take out your winter quilts and dry them in the sun."
"We can do it, miss, let me dry it!" Zhilan hummed, nodded, took a piece of clothing and was about to dry it.
"No need, I can do it alone. I'll do it myself. There are some things that are inconvenient for you." Yunxuan blushed slightly and smiled lightly.
"Sister Zhilan, you are too confused. When we were doing the laundry, the lady didn't let us touch her clothes. You still don't know what they are. Those are my uncle's things. Are you rushing to show off my uncle's underwear? I want to know.
What?" Ruixue hit the quilt with a stick and laughed.
"Oh, Ruixue, you're going to die. I'm just laughing at you if I don't tear your mouth apart!" Zhilan's face turned pink for a moment. She put down her clothes, laughed and cursed, chased Ruixue and started beating her.
Yunxuan smiled and allowed the two girls to fool around in the yard. She took Bohan's clothes and started to dry them. She looked at his sky blue shirt and held it in her hands. She felt a warm feeling, as if she was hugging him.
Bo Han's unique masculine scent still seemed to remain on his clothes. This stubborn man with the scent of mint had warmed her entire winter and life with his fiery heart.
Now, her heart is full of Bo Han. She doesn't even bother to think about the prince-in-law who left him in a bad way and rose rapidly. She hasn't seen him for a long time, and she has almost forgotten his appearance. The only thing she remembers is
, is that spotless white dress
Such a majestic man with a beautiful figure, and what a filthy and pitiful body wrapped in that spotless white clothes. The bond between life and death is broad, and growing old is just an empty promise.