Mrs. Bao's face was pale.
Mu Jiu was actually so submissive.
She glanced at Bao Mingyuan again.
Bao Mingyuan said to Lord Mu Jiu, "I can't decide if you want to meet her."
He pointed out a way: "Wait till her anger subsides!"
Lord Mu Jiu insisted on seeing Su Ruanruan.
But he knew that he couldn't meet her openly, so he pretended to say goodbye.
Bao Mingyuan couldn't wait to send this big Buddha away, immediately arranging for Housekeeper Wang to see off the guest.
Little did he know how, but Lord Mu Jiu found his way to the small courtyard.
In the small garden.
Su Ruanruan, wearing a long dress with a white shawl, sat on the bench enjoying the breeze.
Her long black hair, and a face the size of a palm.
In the darkness, it radiated a faint luminance.
Lord Mu Jiu stared from a distance, his heart pounding.
In the past, his feelings for Su Ruanruan always carried a bit of coercion and imposition, but after today's events, those feelings seemed to have been sublimated.
