Wang Yongan stood in the courtyard, feeling a bit at a loss. Although this was his home, he hadn't spent the night here outside of the New Year festivities in many years.
Previously, he would return with Lady Qian, and she would prepare everything well for the morning. Suddenly coming back like this, without bringing anything, he didn't know what to do.
Old Granny Zhang pretended not to see, and went straight to the well with a basin to wash up.
It was Wang Yongzhu who kicked the bewildered Wang Yongping, who was standing aside, and gave him a meaningful glance towards Wang Yongan.
Wang Yongping was stunned for a moment before he realized what he meant and passed his still-damp handkerchief to Wang Yongan, "Second Brother, you didn't bring anything back with you, use mine, I've already washed it—"
Wang Yongan looked at the already yellowing handkerchief in Wang Yongping's hand and suddenly felt nauseated.
