She didn't hear clearly what Lu Ming was saying.
Unconsciously, she shook her head.
She didn't have the mental space to think about anything else after what just happened.
Seeing this, Lu Ming furrowed his brow.
If Jing Yiren couldn't sleep or think about him, Lu Ming, then she must certainly be preoccupied with other concerns.
Lu Ming tightened his grip on her arm:"Go to sleep early, we're going back to the old house tomorrow!"
"..." Jing Yiren nodded slightly and leaned against Lu Ming to sleep.
"..." Lu Ming looked at her, his gaze deepening.
Jing Yiren stayed silent, either nodding or shaking her head, what else could it be except that she was troubled...?
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Early the next day, Lu Ming and Jing Yiren returned to the Lu family's old house.
The old house still exuded a classical charm, with its tall pavilions, gate tower, and the spring breeze rustling in the gazebo.
