'There's no need to take a fake husband to my parents' graves... right?'
While she was still agonizing over it, Guan Shan emerged, basket in hand.
"Let's go."
Ji Huan's face was a picture of confusion.
Guan Shan said, "To pay our respects to your parents."
"..." Ji Huan was speechless.
Widow Xie looked gratified and urged them on. "Go on, you two. I'll watch Dabao."
A good while after they had left the main gate, Ji Huan stopped and turned around.
"Couldn't we just make an excuse and get out of this? Or tell Aunt Xie we'll go this afternoon. It's not like she'd know whether we actually went or not..."
"One must not deceive Heaven and Earth, nor can one deceive one's parents."
His serious expression and lecturing tone... Ji Huan was momentarily speechless.
"But we're already deceiving them, aren't we?"
But Guan Shan had already turned and walked on.
Ji Huan reluctantly dragged her feet to catch up.
