A wealthy family arrived in Xiangcheng, snapping up the largest courtyard in the city as soon as they entered.
As of now, they had been living there for five days.
It had still been raining in the morning, but by noon the weather had cleared up, and the air once again started to fill with humid vapors.
Shen Shuyun took her medicine and fell asleep under the covers, and when she awoke, her fever was gone.
"Awake? Would you like some porridge to fill your stomach?" Upon opening her eyes, she saw a handsome youth sitting in front of her.
Shen Shuyun remembered him, the younger cousin of Yan Wanqing, named Sun Hongxuan.
"...Yes, thank you," Shen Shuyun nodded her head.
But Sun Hongxuan did not leave, his youthful cheeks tinged with a touch of pink as he hesitantly tugged at his clothing, "Would miss please let go?"
