After she finished speaking, she elegantly stood up and said, "I'm going to pick some lychees, and send a basket to Fan Li."
"That's something servants can do."
Jun Muchen followed her, standing up and walking outside with his wife.
Wen Yurong didn't purposely wait for him, "Only my personal touch she will appreciate. If they aren't picked by my own hands, they aren't my sincerity."
Jun Muchen stopped talking.
The only person who could make his graceful and noble wife personally go to the orchard for lychees was Fan Li.
Fan Li...
Every time Jun Muchen thought of this name, it felt like a knife twisting in his heart.
He owed that woman far too much, and he owed his wife just as much.
The back hill.
