The weather was so hot that when the carriage drove into the Priest's Palace, Mu Yunhan's inner clothes were soaked with sweat.
She strode to the backyard and walked into the house with a straight face.
Jinxiu came forward and wanted to say something, but she raised her hand to stop.
She doesn't want to hear anything right now, so at least let her take some time off.
She walked into the door and saw Gu Fenglin lying on the white rattan lounge chair in front of the window, his eyes half closed, as if he was asleep.
She paused and walked over to take a look.
Gu Fenglin's breathing was slow and he didn't open his eyes. He was covered with a thin blanket, so he was indeed asleep.
She then quietly walked back and walked to the next door to have someone wait on her to bathe and change clothes.
The slightly hot water washes down from the top of the head, taking away all the sweat and restlessness from the body.
After she had packed up and put on light and clean gauze clothes, her mood was no longer so anxious or bad.
When he walked out with his wet hair wrapped up, Gu Fenglin had already woken up and was sitting quietly drinking tea facing the green bananas outside the window.
Hearing the noise, he raised his eyes towards her, and then stretched out his hand towards her.
Mu Yunhan sat in front of him, and he naturally picked up the handkerchief and wiped her hair.
The couple didn't speak, they just did things quietly.
Mu Yunhan's hair is long and abundant, and it takes a lot of time and effort to dry it every time.
Gu Fenglin didn't mean to be impatient. He wiped it carefully, with gentle and skillful movements.
The cool breeze blows slowly, the bananas rustle outside the window, and a faint scent of flowers comes from the window.
The atmosphere was quiet and soothing. Mu Yunhan took a breath, adjusted his posture, and rested his head on Gu Fenglin's thigh.
"When I first met you, your hair was yellow, dry and thin."
Gu Fenglin spoke slowly and smoothed Mu Yunhan's hair to dry: "It looks really good now."
Mu Yunhan was silent for a moment and said, "You are also thinking about the past."
Gu Fenglin leaned down, his dark eyes met hers, reflecting two little Mu Yunhans.
"Because you are thinking."
Mu Yunhan held his hand. His hand was cold and not as warm as before.
She opened his palm and put it on her face, and said softly: "Yes, I just went to Meng Xiang's Mansion, and Meng Jia was miserable."
Gu Fenglin did not answer her immediately, but after a while he said: "Do you think I went too far?"
Mu Yunhan shook his head slightly: "They were the ones who made the first move."
"But you still sympathize with Meng Jia."
Gu Fenglin came close to her, looked directly into her eyes, and whispered: "Hanhan, I want to ask you, if one day, Meng Jia and I are at war with each other, life and death, what will you do? Help him, or help me?"
Mu Yunhan frowned and wanted to sit up: "What's wrong with you? You think so much."
She sympathized with Meng Jia now, but she didn't do anything she shouldn't have done.
Gu Fenglin pressed her down, not allowing her to get up, and said solemnly: "I am serious. This day will come sooner or later."
Mu Yunhan didn't really want to answer this question. If she could, she hoped that this day would never come.
Gu Fenglin's eyes were heavy: "This issue is very important, you must be aware of it."
"I choose you." Mu Yunhan sighed softly, but the thought of Meng Jia's bloody appearance made him uncomfortable after all.
She suddenly remembered: "Didn't you say that he will be rich until old age? Then you..."
If what Gu Fenglin said before is true, then wouldn't he...
It was as if a hand was squeezing his heart and lungs hard, and Mu Yunhan was so painful that he couldn't breathe.