it's so hot in August that people can't breathe. It's not cool until dusk. Snow really depends on Shen Muyang's legs. Shen Muyang holds the scroll in one hand and fans the wind for her with long sleeves in the other hand. Sometimes she can hear the sigh of women's comfort.

Shen Muyang can't help but look at her, and more and more he feels that this woman is like a lazy cat. It has been more than a month since they came back to the mansion. Especially when they first came back, their mother was moved when she saw him. Now, her heart is full of bitterness!

Junyi's eyes...