It was still the garden pavilion from last time, Cui Wenjing still stood beside the pavilion with his hands behind his back, watching the flowing water.
What was different was that back then, Cui Yuanyang didn't even dare to come in and eavesdrop, but this time, despite the many guards blocking the way and shouting "Miss, please do not enter," Cui Yuanyang kicked one over, furiously dragged Zhao Changhe all the way into the garden, and no one dared to stop them again.
Zhao Changhe had been smiling the whole way, having once quietly worried that Yangyang might be confined to crying his eyes out, but now it seemed one shouldn't underestimate their own bunny, that silly look of crouching in the corner embracing his knees in the rain had long since vanished...
