After seeing off Wet Nurse Zhao, Yuewan returned to the yard to find Su Rong propping up her chin, sitting in front of the window and seemingly lost in her thoughts.
She leaned closer to Su Rong and asked, "Miss, are you thinking about Young Master Zhou?"
Su Rong turned to look at her, "Where did you get the idea that I'm thinking about him?"
Yuewan grinned, "Isn't it what the books say? When a woman is in love, she gazes out of the window, her eyes fixed on one place, not moving for a long time, mixed with shyness and timidity…"
Su Rong rolled her eyes, "Am I behaving shyly?"
"Well, no, but you're so quiet and lost in thoughts." Yuewan analyzed thoroughly, "What else could you be thinking about? Naturally, it must be Young Master Zhou?"
Su Rong was speechless, she playfully knocked on Yuewan's head, "I see him every day. I don't need to think about him. I was thinking about my mother."
