After the first period of the hot season had passed, the heat in the air became ever more intense. Following a torrential rain at night, the sun the next day seemed to sear the skin right off people's bodies.
Even for those accustomed to farm work, packaging spice packets in the yard became unbearable by eight or nine in the morning due to the heat.
Wu Lan's mind, preoccupied with Zhang Yanping and Doctor Guo's affairs, felt scorched by the rising temperature as well.
She kept thinking about how to get to the bottom of things without asking directly—what if the young people were shy, or perhaps hadn't considered things that far ahead?
Looking again at Zhang Yanping, who seemed as if nothing had happened and continued as if everything was fine, Wu Lan couldn't help but worry:
What's with young people and their way of dating these days? No chatting, no seeing each other... Is this how a proper relationship looks?
But soon, she found an excuse.