The air suddenly fell silent.
Zhu'er's tears, which had already stopped, suddenly welled up in her eyes again. She bit her lips and glared at him. With a sobbing tone, she said angrily, "My Miss is not sick!"
After saying that, she suddenly could not help but cry.
Luo Qingzhou's heart sank. He glanced at her and did not dare to ask further. He silently entered the courtyard.
Qiu'er was walking around with a vase of freshly picked flowers in her hand. When she saw him, she hurriedly jogged into the house and said excitedly, "Miss, Sir is here!"
Qin Weimo was reading in the study. When she heard this, she immediately stood up and gently pushed open the window.
Luo Qingzhou had just walked under the slanting plum tree.
When he came a few days ago, the branches of this slanted plum tree were still filled with flower buds. Only a few red plum trees were in full bloom.