Li Mu Yang's complaint made Cui Xiaoxin smile without saying a word.
Strangely enough, back when they had been in Jiangnan City, everyone had gotten along happily, but none of them had felt that those days were especially stirring.
Only after she returned to Tiandu did she realize how precious those days had been. Whenever she had nothing to do, she would recall every little moment she had shared with Li Mu Yang. The more she thought about them, the more clearly she remembered them—and the more she missed them.
Thus, the streets and alleys of Jiangnan City, its local customs and colorful characters, the wonton noodles from Second Sister-in-Law Ma's home, the old bookstore in Hubu Lane, the old grandpa inside the bookstore, and the old man's tattered paper fan. The maple leaves on Dongshan Mountain and the setting sun over Sunset Lake kept surfacing in her memories.
Of course, that included Li Mu Yang growing taller, fairer, and suddenly smarter. It included his eyes narrowing when he smiled, the corners of his lips lifting when he teased people, the dimples in his cheeks when he laughed heartily, and the tiny mole on his finger.
She had discovered it while often watching Li Mu Yang write.
"Miss, should Liu Lü and I go downstairs for a walk? We could keep Uncle Ning company?" Tao Hong asked.
Although the carriage was spacious, it already held three master-and-servant pairs. With another man inside, it would feel somewhat cramped. Besides, they wanted to give the two of them some private space.
Seeing how happily and congenially Miss and Li Mu Yang were talking, the two of them truly could not bear to disturb them.
Moreover, with them there, the two of them could never speak freely. Those heartfelt and intimate words probably