At night, Gu Jiao was in the room documenting the power and drawbacks of hidden weapons made with black gunpowder. Unbeknownst to her, the night had gotten deep.
Knock, knock, knock.
A soft knock sounded from outside the door. Gu Jiao rubbed her sore neck and looked toward the slightly ajar door, "The door's open, come in."
Xiao Liulang pushed the door open, carrying a bowl of green bean soup into the room.
He came in front of her and placed the green bean soup on the table.
Gu Jiao looked at the bowl of green bean soup that had been cooled with well water, her head cocking in surprise.
In the past, it was always her bringing things to him. Today, it was as if the sun had risen from the west; he was bringing something to her.
No, that wasn't quite right.
When she had abdominal pains from the morning sun, he did make her brown sugar water.
But today she had no stomachache nor felt the morning sun, she didn't understand why he was treating her this way.