Song Zhiqing left in a huff, and Lu's mind came to a halt, feeling a chill down her back. She couldn't help but stagger a step back, crashing into the Arhat bed, and sat down on it.
Just now, Song Zhiqing's gaze was too cold, as if he were looking at an enemy.
Lu smiled self-deprecatingly; she's no stranger to his innate indifference, yet each realization seems to elevate her awareness.
Song Zhiqing left Plum Garden, and as the cold wind hit him, he couldn't help but shiver. He thought for a moment and headed towards Shen's place.
Upon seeing him arrive, Shen, with a rounded belly, ordered the servants to prepare hangover soup and a change of clothes.
Song Zhiqing held her, looking at her slightly rounder face due to pregnancy. Although her face grew a bit rounder, it appeared more amiable and pleasant, exuding a glow of maternal love.
"You won't change, right?"
Shen paused for a moment, then smiled happily: "Is the master drunk?"
