After dinner, Zhulan and her husband were enjoying the cool evening outside. The night was beautiful, lying on the rocking chair, looking at the starry sky and smelling the faint scent of mosquito repellent, how pleasant it was.
Zhou Shuren admired for a while and said, "Time really flies."
"Indeed."
Zhou Shuren asked, "It seems like we haven't received any letters from the Yang family in a while."
Zhulan calculated the days, "It's probably soon."
"The last letter mentioned that elder brother was ill, I wonder if he's better now."
Zhulan thought of people she knew passing away in recent years, and fell silent. Sending off familiar people did not feel good in her heart.
Zhou Shuren added, "Elder brother has a strong body, he'll be fine."
Zhulan responded with a hum, lifting her head to continue looking at the starry sky. It was truly beautiful, the galaxy brilliant, and her mood improved considerably.
