Since the day Hu Gui had kneeled and admitted his fault in front of the straw shack, and cried and gave the deed to Miss Jun, (though she paid him a hefty sum), he was unshakeable. He was always hanging around Miss Jun.
"I also have no money, and I have no store to give to you," he had said while wiping his tears. "Miss Jun, I cannot compare to your generosity, but I cannot go on with having committed a fault. Please, take pity on me, and allow me to show my good will."
Miss Jun was indifferent, while Fang Chengyu cared even less. The group of people shut the door and slowly went along the road in the carriage.
It was not raining hard, but there weren’t many people on the streets. The summer vegetation had bloomed wonderfully; it was a feast for the eyes.
Hu Gui colorfully spoke of Runan’s past seasons with humor. From time to time, Miss Jun would smile, and Fang Chengyu would sigh.
