Chapter 470: Like

The somewhat chilly bracelet was finally slipped onto her wrist; perhaps due to inexperience, or maybe nervousness, it took Old Zhou a good while to get it on.

But Ms. Qian was certain he must have practiced it—otherwise, how could he have accurately put the bracelet onto her wrist in the dim night light coming from outside?

By the moonlight, Ms. Qian stared blankly at the slender bracelet on her wrist and these thoughts just ran through her mind.

She knew something was off with him these past few days; he was acting strangely, not going up the mountain with Four to hunt for mushrooms or look for China root, nor did he check on his rice and wheat crops. Instead, he just sat at home, fidgeting here and there.

She thought it was because Aunt Lai had been spreading stories of his foolish youth, but she never expected it was because of this.

Old Zhou waited for a long while, and seeing that she didn't make a sound, couldn't help but cough loudly.