"I'm guilty!"
Chu Yun blamed himself.
"Enough."
Chu Sihan waved his hand. "You can go back first."
"Yes."
Chu Yun agreed and retreated.
"Ha—"
Lu Sheng yawned, a thin mist of tears forming at the corner of her eyes.
"Lord, can you send me back to my original courtyard first?"
She sniffed and asked vaguely.
"Someone is already staying there."
"Huh?"
Lu Sheng raised an eyebrow. "Who's staying there?"
"Nanny Yao's family."
Chu Sihan pulled her back and spoke softly.
"Alright."
Lu Sheng yawned again and let Chu Sihan pull her forward.
After entering the house, Chu Sihan lit the oil lamp on the table.
Even though Chu Sihan had not returned for a long time, the room was still clean and spotless.
Lu Sheng walked past the screen in a familiar fashion. Then, she sat on a taffy chair and closed her eyes.
"Lord, remember to give me a blanket later."
