Realizing Chu Xuyao had gone to fetch juice, everyone smiled and accepted the drinks, praising the young man for his thoughtfulness.
Chu Xuyao then continued his guqin practice.
…
Downstairs, in the room, Chu Rong sat on the edge of the bed, his face troubled, hesitating to speak. "Qingyu, I…"
Li Qingyu looked at Chu Rong strangely. "If you have something to say, say it. Are you embarrassed to talk to me?"
Chu Rong took Li Qingyu's hand gently, speaking slowly, "Do you remember my childhood friend who moved away ten years ago?
Li Qingyu sifted through her memories, "Chu Shi'an?"
Chu Rong nodded, "That's him."
Li Qingyu recalled, "Didn't he go to be a live-in son-in-law? Is he back?"
Chu Rong didn't know where to start. He lowered his head and whispered, "He is back, but he is chased back."
Li Qingyu was taken aback, "What happened?"
Chu Rong sighed…
