If it were spring, one could see the fresh and tender green mulberry leaves; if it were early summer, one could harvest the full and appetizing deep purple mulberries; but in autumn, one could only see the mulberry gardens beginning to wither.
However, between the distributed houses in the village, Chu Yu still felt an extremely leisurely atmosphere.
Yu Wen had clearly arrived earlier than she had, perhaps having stayed here for a day or two. He very politely stood at the entrance of the village, talking to an old man. When he saw Chu Yu's carriage approaching, he bowed to the old man and walked straight toward them.
When about ten feet away, the carriage and Yu Wen both came to a stop.
Yu Wen's gaze swept unintentionally over Yue Jiefei, then met the eyes of Chu Yu, who had just jumped off the carriage, and he slightly smiled, "Brother is indeed punctual."
Chu Yu also smiled, "I'm not as early as you, sir. I'm afraid I've kept you waiting."