That evening, Jiang Youzhi came back.
Du Ruo followed behind him, carrying several boxes.
Just as Liu Lang ran out of the room, he bumped into Du Ruo, causing him to drop what he was carrying onto the ground.
Yun Jiao was standing at a distance, across from the west wing, and saw the ground covered with glittering gold items. She couldn't quite make out what they were, so she asked, "What is that?"
Du Ruo, flustered as he picked up the items, replied, "These are gold ingots folded by the young master for Da Lang brother."
Yun Jiao was momentarily dazed. Da Lang?
Isn't that her husband, the one she never got to see, the one who was gone before she even stepped into the bridal chamber?
At the time, she was so scared she didn't dare to see that face.
Thinking about this, Yun Jiao suddenly realized that her memories and emotions from before seemed to have completely fused.
She couldn't tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
