"No rush with the clothes," Lin Xijiang said.
Gu Yuan nodded and continued walking out.
As Lin Xijiang watched her back, he couldn't help but think that she didn't seem like someone who had lived in the countryside for years. Instead, she resembled a gentle and elegant lady from an ancient high tower.
She was always gentle, her words measured, making people unconsciously want to get closer to her.
Unknowingly, Lin Xijiang followed Gu Yuan out of the courtyard.
Gu Yuan stood under a lush osmanthus tree. Noticing Lin Xijiang following her, she asked, "Aren't you picking tomatoes?"
Lin Xijiang was actually a bit embarrassed. After all, he was a man in his thirties, yet he felt somewhat clumsy in front of a woman.
Never mind, there's plenty of time ahead.
"I'll go pick them now," he said, then took a vegetable basket, picked some tomatoes, and came back out.
Once Lin Xijiang went inside, Gu Yuan called out to Dao An in the distance.
