After half a day of busyness, Zhui Ying and Yu Tan were covered in dust and grime. Amidst the laughter and teasing of several young ladies who enjoyed the commotion, they finally managed to patch up the roof.
Just how long could that repair hold up against the wind and rain?
Zhui Ying came down from the roof, his eyes looking as though he had narrowly escaped death. When he looked at Mingshu, there was a touch of reproach, "My lord."
Mingshu felt slightly guilty under his gaze, so she quickly cleared her throat and changed the subject, "Go wash your face first."
His face was smeared with dust, making him look somewhat disheveled.
Zhui Ying subconsciously touched his face but forgot that his hands were still muddy, making his face even dirtier.
This foolish appearance made Wang Yuan, who had been watching him, laugh out loud. She handed over her handkerchief with a smile she couldn't quite hide. "Here, wipe your face. Thanks, okay?"
