Because of Yang Ruxin's absence, dinner was simple, and after everyone finished eating, they all went to rest.
In the main courtyard, Fa Hanxing was wiping down a guqin, and finally, there was a hint of a smile on his face. This was his wife's favorite guqin, and he hadn't heard its music for fifteen years, hoping that soon, he could hear it again.
Outside the room, Zhang Xinlan watched the man inside affectionately wiping the guqin. Her hands, hanging at her sides, unconsciously clenched. Brother-in-law, clearly, I knew you first all those years ago, but why have you ignored me all these years? What's so good about Xing Ziyu anyway... She involuntarily closed her eyes for a moment. No, it's best if that woman never wakes up.
"Aunt," Fa Qingyang walked over, "why are you standing here?"
