Song Yunuan saw off Chu Zizhou.
She didn't mention her phone call with Gu Huai'an, pondering over the expression Chu Zizhou had earlier, it seemed he wanted to say something else but then changed his mind at the last moment.
Song Yunuan only thought about it briefly before letting it go. First, she took a bath and after coming out, Old Mrs. Song immediately started to dry her hair, saying that although it was summer, sometimes the summer breeze can be quite peculiar, blowing from somewhere unexpected, making it especially easy to catch a chill.
After drying her off, she looked at her granddaughter with a face full of tender love, thinking that such fair and radiant beauty was unmatched in all the neighboring villages.
Xia Guilan had made noodles.
