Zhuo Junyue allowing her to go home on the weekends was indeed a pleasant surprise.
She couldn't be too greedy. Even if she couldn't pick the fruit, being able to see Su Shijie was already quite enough.
Zhuo Junyue's foot was gradually regaining its strength, but he could only walk slowly and had to rest after moving about for a while.
Considering his fracture, Zhuo Junyue's recovery was indeed fast.
Every day, Ningyan would support him, and they would take a stroll in the estate.
The estate was even larger than what Su Ningyan had imagined. Almost a thousand acres around the area belonged to the Zhuo family.
Every view was exquisitely designed.
On Sunday morning, Ningyan had the servants carry out a large box. She had been coveting those fruits for a long time.
Many had fallen during the last storm, but there were still plenty left hanging on the trees.
Mrs. Xia accompanied her, even bringing a small ladder in case Ningyan couldn't reach.
