The night was chilling cold, and Zhou Gu sat on the steps, gazing at the grapevine in the yard.
Ziye crouched beside him, glancing at Zhou Gu from time to time and then at the grapevine. After a long time, he cautiously inquired, "Young Master, do you want to eat grapes? Should I pick some for you?"
The large bunches of purple grapes looked particularly tempting.
Zhou Gu remained silent.
Ziye suddenly remembered that after returning from Jiangning County, the Young Master had once looked at these delightfully growing clusters of grapes and said, "Once the exams are over, my mother will take me to Jiangzhou to propose. By then, the grapes should be ripe, and we can pick them as betrothal gifts."
Ziye joked at the time, telling him, who would use grapes as betrothal gifts? These fruits won't keep fresh for long. They might spoil by the time they reach Jiangzhou. Even if the Madam from the Su Family is mild-tempered, she might be annoyed.
