Seeing Ye Zi'an with a "keep on hating me" expression, Yang Lichun cried and ran back home.
Yang Chuxia turned her head and said with a smile, "Brother An, you really don't know how to cherish and pity women; look how sad the young girl is crying."
Ye Zi'an helplessly glanced at her and mumbled, "What does it have to do with me?"
"Tsk tsk, my cousin's heart is about to break into pieces."
"Are you leaving or not?" Seeing her still standing there sighing, Ye Zi'an urged speechlessly.
"I'm going, I'm going!"
They quickly arrived at Ye Zi'an's house. Ye Zi'an opened the door and went in. Although there was no one living there for several days, there was no musty smell, because Yang Chuxia had aired the house when she came to get drunk crabs last time.
There was a clean small river behind Ye Zi'an's house, where he usually cooked and washed vegetables. Yang Chuxia went there first to clean the crabs. When she came back, she said,