Lu Wu liked to wear red, so Gu Xijiu made a little red robe for it. The red robe suited it so much, looking as though a picture that came vividly alive.
Gu Xijiu looked around the house, as she kept all her belongings in the storage bag. Before this, all she thought about was to leave this place. Now that she was about to go, there came upon her a sense of dreary deprivation.
She stood in the middle of the house, gazing at the surrounding. Di Fuyi emerged behind her and noticed her expression. "What is wrong?"
Gu Xijiu leaned on his chest. "I feel a little reluctant to leave. After all, it has been our home for the past eight years." She recalled a lot of good times that they had in this house.
