Clean Up, Part VII
It was early morning and Wu Jian was relaxing with Hou Jingshu. He sat on the veranda and watched as Yōuměi ran around with Yu Mao. Yu Chenguang’s daughter had come to visit because her parents were busy. Hou Jingshu would normally be busy as well, but everyone had forced her to take a break because of how much she had been working.
Hou Jingshu was lying with her head propped on his lap, and he gently ran his hands through her hair. She only wore a light hanfu called zhong yi, which meant middle clothes. They were the undergarments that people wore underneath their hanfu. Hers was a gentle pink color and translucent enough that if he looked down, he’d be able to see her chest peek through the fabric.
“Father has been getting better. He can actually stand up now, though walking is still beyond him,” Hou Jingshu said suddenly.
“I’m glad to hear he’s recovering,” Wu Jian said. “How long do you think it will take for him to make a full recovery?”