Chu Heng strode onto the ox cart. Chu Lin naturally would not waste any time. "Third Brother, put on your bamboo hat."
Chu Heng frowned. He could not figure it out. This had never happened in his previous life, and Madam Ye was living well. How could something suddenly happen?
Thinking of Ye Muyu, Chu Heng unexpectedly did not want anything to happen to her.
Chu Heng pursed his lips tightly as this thought popped up in his mind.
Why would he have a good impression of Madam Ye?
Chu Heng was not a fool. Because of this, when he realized that he had a good impression of Ye Muyu, he felt even more incredulous. Instead, he felt it seriously. When he thought that Ye Muyu would never wake up again, he actually felt a strong reluctance in his heart.
He could not help but recall the short month they spent together.
In fact, he had not met Ye Muyu many times, but he knew what she had done through letters.
