Yan Nuan stood at the mouth of the alley, her eyes fixed on the shadow, her skirt fluttering, and the green silk scattered behind her shoulders swayed in the wind.

Pei Shu took out two baskets of fresh fruit from the carriage parked on the side of the street and handed them to him.

"When people are sick, they love to eat something sweet and sour."

He held the heavy fresh fruit, and the words of refusal could not be said after all.

After he entered the vermilion lacquer gate, Pei Shu walked back.

The fresh fruit sent out is lychee

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