"Your husband has been buried for two years now, and with such a handsome monk around, why don't you go ask him?" The lady in red teased the one in a white dress beside her.
The two ladies, both seemingly young, the one in red was plump, while the one in a white dress had a waist belt that accentuated her willowy waist.
Su Yingxue immediately got irritated and shouted towards Chu Yihan's direction, "Hubby, come over and pick me up."
Chu Yihan turned around, saw her, hooked the reins on the tree, and walked over to her.
The lady in red instantly covered her face in embarrassment.
The lady in the white dress watched Chu Yihan pass by in front of her, with her heart almost leaping out of her throat, mouth agape for what felt like an eternity, yet unable to utter a single word.
Chu Yihan approached Su Yingxue and naturally took her hand, "Let's go."
"Just holding my hand like this?" Su Yingxue saw that Chu Yihan was only lightly holding her hand, an extremely casual gesture.
