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Yu Songyu gave Lai Fu a gentle tap on the head, though her annoyance was evident. She took a closer look at Lai Fu, noticing how much it had grown and strengthened since she last saw it. The childishness had faded from its face, making it even more attractive than before.
"Master, why did you come back so sneakily? Do you want to leave me behind again?" Lai Fu asked, its voice tinged with worry.
"Of course not! I just came back to check on things. Don't worry, I will come to get you all soon," Yu Songyu reassured.
"Master!"
"Lai Fu, be good. I would never abandon you!" Yu Songyu had raised Lai Fu since it was a little puppy, and their bond was naturally deep.
By the way, what about Yang Qinghe?
Yu Songyu's nerves tightened at the thought. She even felt a layer of sweat forming in her palms from anxiety. Yang Qinghe had returned to the city! Before leaving, he had visited her grave every day, and now he seemed like a different man!
"Oh!"
Yu Songyu felt a pang in her nose and sighed. She took out some chicken legs from her space, which she had prepared in advance; they smelled delicious.
"I'll go visit Grandma and Grandmother now. Don't worry, I won't be long."
It had been quite some time; would her two grandmothers be thinking about her? Yu Songyu stood by the window for a moment before finally leaving.
After hearing the news of Yang Qinghe's departure, Yu Songyu felt extremely downcast. He had gone back; surely he would start a new life now? She wondered if she should disturb him after all this time. But if she didn’t go find him, she felt a sense of regret gnawing at her heart.
Everything in this small courtyard felt both familiar and strange. In the center stood a wooden frame, likely used for drying goods or clothes. At some point, an open kitchen had been added to the yard. On the kitchen windowsill sat a potted plant. In one corner of the yard were piled some brooms and farming tools. Leaning against the wall of the yard was a small wooden cart.
The autumn wind howled, and leaves blanketed the ground. A simple swing hung from a sturdy branch, likely meant for Xiao He to play on.
Yu Songyu sat on the swing, gently swaying back and forth. This was the place where Yang Qinghe had once taught her morning exercises and stances. The sounds of laughter seemed to echo in her ears, and the beautiful memories of the past came flooding back.
Suddenly, a voice broke the tranquility.
"Who!"
Startled, Yu Songyu quickly retreated into the shadows.
"Who? Who's there?"
Wang Jianjun had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the restroom when he noticed what seemed to be a figure on the swing. But in an instant, it vanished.
Could it be a ghost? Am I seeing things?
Realizing this, Wang Jianjun hurriedly scrambled back into the house, abandoning his trip to the restroom.
"Are you imagining things? There are no ghosts here!"
"No, Daughter-in-law! I swear I saw a figure swinging! If you don't believe me, go outside and look; the swing is still moving!"
"It's normal for a swing to move! The autumn wind is biting; what's strange about that?"
"No, it's not like that, Daughter-in-law!"
"Alright, alright, just come back to bed. You must be seeing things!" Xu Zhuzhen turned over with difficulty; her pregnancy made movement cumbersome.
"What’s wrong? Why are you just standing there? Come back to bed!"
Seeing Wang Jianjun standing frozen in place, Xu Zhuzhen felt a bit annoyed.
"Daughter-in-law, I... I need to use the restroom! I'm scared; can you come with me?"
"You’re a grown man!"
Exasperated, Xu Zhuzhen decided not to argue further.
Wang Jianjun finally showed some sense and rushed over to help her up as she attempted to rise.
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