Qin Yin, on her arrival in the back garden, didn't see Qin Muliang but heard him calling her. She raised her head and saw him standing in a slightly elevated pavilion.
Qin Yin walked towards him.
"Sit down."
In this pavilion, there was a stone table with several stone stools around it. Qin Muliang sat on a stone stool and gestured for Qin Yin to sit as well.
Qin Yin glanced at it, curved her lips slightly, and said, "I'd rather not sit; I'm afraid of the cold. If you have something to say, just say it."
"After all this time, have you been well?" Qin Muliang suddenly thought of many things from the past and actually felt a bit guilty inside.
"I'm fine, nothing bad," Qin Yin replied quietly.
"Yinyin, if, if you're not living well outside, you can come back to stay. I still have someone clean your room every day, and your favorite pearl curtain and all other arrangements haven't been touched. Even if..."
