"They are really pretty!"
Su Luo silently said in her heart, taking her hand from the wild chrysanthemums.
Now that she thought about it, when she had entered Wei Shu's room just now, there seemed to have been a garment with a soaked hem hanging on the clothes rack by the bed.
Had he gone out early in the morning to pick flowers and hence got it wet with dew?
He's still sick; how can he be so careless!
Her eyebrows furrowed deeply, a face full of heavy worries.
Lei Yun was with her every day, and Su Luo didn't intentionally hide her thoughts from her. Although Lei Yun was a bit naive, she was not stupid. How could she not know what her master was thinking?
As she spread the bed for Su Luo, she comforted her, "Princess, in our Persia, there is a saying that roughly translates to Dayue language as: 'If there is any hesitation, any sorrow, any hardship that seems insurmountable, don't rush, don't be angry. Leave it to time, time will give us the answers we want!'"
