"A gift from an old friend," Mr. Gu explained.
"Was it a man or a woman?" Mrs. Gu asked.
"I think it was a woman," Mr. Gu answered honestly.
"What do you mean by 'think'?"
"I say 'think' because the handwriting wasn't hers, I can only guess, and can't be certain because this person is also someone hoping to watch a spectacle, not worthy of minding," the man thought this wasn't anything significant, speaking while reaching for Jiang Muwan's palm.
This time, her hand wasn't shaken off, but there was no familiar interlocking of fingers either.
She was clearly just angry, Mr. Gu thought, what an injustice!
But this grievance couldn't be spoken; if said, considering Jiang Muwan's temperament, she'd either cause an uproar in heaven or take the roof off the house, the sure-fire way is to soothe her.
"Manman," Mr. Gu called softly and cautiously beside her.
As for Mrs. Gu?
She remained silent, her emotions always lightly held.