ABRWF Chapter 328.1

Yuan Feng was dead?

Jiang Nanshu thought that although he was seriously injured, it was not yet time for him to die. His lover had not yet been cured, so how could he have died?

Seeing Jiang Nanshu lost in thought, and finding her monk’s robe an eyesore, Lu Qingyan left. Five minutes later, he returned with a bag in his hand.

“There are new clothes inside. Take off your monk’s robe first. It doesn’t look good!”

Jiang Nanshu: “…”

She looked down.

Although it was a bit large, it was still wearable.

The memory of last night’s encounter with Zhou Yanxu flashed through her mind. There was no joy; instead, it ended unhappily. Jiang Nanshu could never go back to him.

Lu Qingyan was furious when he saw her staring at the clothes.

Was seeing something reminding her of someone else?

He locked the ward door and then personally helped her undress: “Wear something fitter to your body. This is too loose, and it’ll let in the wind.”

Jiang Nanshu clutched her collar tightly.

“I’m not cold. Let go.”

“This outfit is so ugly it makes me cringe.” He said in a slightly cold voice, his words clearly and distinctly uttered.

“…”

“Lu Qingyan!” Her voice was tinged with annoyance.

Ha, she was getting impatient. She stopped calling him ‘sweetheart’ and started calling him by his full name.

He got even more excited and put the newly bought apricot-colored sweater over her head.

Jiang Nanshu surrendered immediately: “Okay, okay, I’ll change myself. You get out.”

Lu Qingyan finally let her go, not making things difficult for her. He smiled gently at her: “Okay.”

Jiang Nanshu: “…”

Only after confirming that Lu Qingyan had left did she begin to change her clothes. Jiang Nanshu considered for a long time before deciding to take the brown monk’s robe with her for the time being.

Once returned, the first thing Lu Qingyan noticed was the neatly folded monk’s robe in the bag in her hand.

“Why are you always staring at my monk robe? Is this a souvenir from Yulin Temple, or do you want to wear it? It’s a small size, not big enough for you. Go get it yourself at the temple!”

Lu Qingyan heard her inner voice and her stern face.

He pursed his lips, but ultimately said nothing. Instead, he took her hand and said, “Let’s go.”

Jiang Nanshu breathed a sigh of relief.

She had just assumed that Lu Qingyan was throwing a tantrum. Fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise, it would have affected her progress in completing the mission.

Thinking of this, Jiang Nanshu’s depressed mood lifted considerably at the warmth of his palm. She took his arm, a smile returning to her stern face.

“Honey, I want clay pot rice. I’m hungry.”

“Clay pot rice?” Lu Qingyan had never eaten this kind of food before.

Jiang Nanshu nodded: “Yeah, it’s delicious. Haven’t you tried it before?”

Lu Qingyan shook his head. “No.”

Lu’s mother had always been strict with him since he was young. Later, with his heavy academic workload, his meals were carefully prepared by a professional nutritionist, combining both meat and vegetables. He never chose to eat anything specially.

“I’ll eat with you, but you have to drink the porridge first. You haven’t eaten anything all day.”

Jiang Nanshu then noticed that he had a takeout box with a bowl of porridge in it. Jiang Nanshu took it. It was still warm, so it must have come with the clothes.

“Thank you.”

Lu Qingyan snorted: “Hmm, now you know who treats you well, right?”

“…”

Why was he always obsessed with who treated her well?

Jiang Nanshu replied perfunctorily, “Yes, yes, it’s you. You’re the best to me. You’re my precious treasure, okay?”

Lu Qingyan: “…”

Speechless!

 

 

 

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