Gu en was puzzled at first, but he soon understood.
His second aunt's Commercial Street had a large number of craftsmen. Not everyone lived in the capital or the suburbs of the capital. Some lived in other states, and it took a long time to go back and forth. Therefore, some craftsmen did not go home for a reunion. It was boring to live alone, so they might as well go out for a walk.
The owner and his wife lived right next to the stall. Other than the new year, they would set up their stall here no matter whether it was sunny or rainy, which made it convenient for the craftsmen.
Gu en raised his head to look at the full moon hanging in the sky. Unfortunately, the round moon was the image of Zheng Qiu drying his hair.
The exquisite curves that she displayed while sitting on the stool.
Gu en scolded himself in his heart and lowered his head.
