The two of them left to go home after paying homage to Gu Jiao's parents' tomb.
They put in a fair bit of elbow grease in tidying up the tombstone, ending up covered in dirt.
Knowing Xiao Liulang's penchant for cleanliness, Gu Jiao suggested at the riverside, "You can wash your hands."
"Hmm." Xiao Liulang responded, limping on his crutches towards the river.
Gu Jiao watched him walk. To be honest, the surgery was successful, and he tried hard to rehabilitate, but he still hadn't given up his crutches.
Is his rehabilitation too weak?
Gu Jiao touched her chin.
"Aren't you going to wash?" Xiao Liulang turned to ask her.
Gu Jiao chuckled: "Wash! Let's wash together!"
It's just washing hands, why so enthusiastic? It's not like they are bathing, right?