After dinner, Lin Yue took Gu Jun for a stroll on the street.
At first, Gu Jun thought they were just wandering around, but after observing for a while, he realized something was off. Lin Yue wasn’t just aimlessly walking; the places he visited all had distinct characteristics related to romance and beauty.
Gu Jun couldn’t help but think of the women who had kidnapped and sold him. He kept quiet, but his eyes were like radars, scanning the surroundings. Lin Yue stopped and grabbed his wrist, saying, “Wait for me here.”
Gu Jun followed his gaze and saw a woman with a child around five or six years old.
The woman had a delicate appearance, a well-proportioned figure, and was dressed decently in a simple yet elegant willow-green outfit. She wore a knee-length dark floral satin cloak, her hair was styled in a round bun with a plain silver hairpin, and her ears were pierced with small, easily overlooked silver earrings.
She looked troubled, her eyes swollen, as she hurriedly walked forward, pulling the child along.
Gu Jun’s intuition told him that this woman was Zhao Shuilai’s wife, and the child was theirs.
Why did Lin Yue ask him to wait here? What was he planning to do?
Gu Jun reversed his grip on Lin Yue’s hand, just in case. His fingers slid down Lin Yue’s palm, reaching the base of his fingers, pressing against the narrow gaps, spreading them apart, and firmly locking their hands together.
“I want to go with you.”
Lin Yue’s brow furrowed slightly, and he raised his hand, but Gu Jun’s hand remained tightly clasped around his.
Their hands were different in size, temperature, skin color, and texture, but they both had calluses, though distributed differently and varying in thickness.
Most of the calluses on Gu Jun’s hand came from writing, with a few from survival activities after his time travel, like making fire.
When he first traveled through time, he couldn’t even make a fire. Using the knowledge in his mind, he struggled immensely to finally create a fire, resulting in many blisters on his hands.
The places where the blisters had been formed thicker calluses, while the calluses from writing had thinned over time due to lack of practice, almost imperceptible now.
These imperfections didn’t make his hands ugly; they were naturally beautiful and soft, like pearls covered with a bit of dust, still shining brightly.
Lin Yue’s calluses came from martial arts practice and other activities. Initially thin, they had become much tougher after two days of hard labor, feeling somewhat rough to the touch.
His hands were large and dry, with prominent veins on the back, long and powerful fingers that could completely envelop another’s hand if placed in his palm.
Lin Yue didn’t make any move at the moment, but the contact made him think of warm jade.
A piece of jade with cracks, but with a great feel, perfect for holding and playing with.
Why did he think of such a piece of warm jade?
Had he owned one before?
Was his family background better than he had imagined?
From his current understanding, a high-quality piece of warm jade with cracks would significantly decrease in price and value, unsuitable for ordinary families to purchase. Only those who weren’t short of money and purely wanted it for play would buy it.
“Let’s go, husband,” Gu Jun said, shaking his hand.
Lin Yue tried to pull his hand away.
Gu Jun tilted his head to look at him, a few strands of hair falling, casting a deeper shadow on his pale face than his long eyelashes.
Lin Yue didn’t know when he bent down, his warm breath brushing over that shadow.
Gu Jun leaned back, avoiding his approach, and laughed, saying, “It tickles.”
The chill of dusk seeped into his lungs.
Lin Yue’s eyelids twitched, and he straightened up, loosely holding Gu Jun’s hand as they walked forward.
Gu Jun’s feet followed Lin Yue, but his mind drifted to the woman. The woman, with her child, quickly approached them, and his heart almost leaped out of his throat.
The woman, with her child, brushed past them and headed down a large street to the left.
Gu Jun discreetly exhaled.
Lin Yue had already taken a few steps ahead of his target. In fact, he had asked Gu Jun to wait there so he could make a deal with the target.
Gu Jun insisted on following him, so he had to compromise for a while. He couldn’t let Gu Jun act recklessly, as it would be detrimental to the deal. How could someone capable of achieving things be so entangled in emotions and clinginess?
Lin Yue stopped, looking down at Gu Jun, about to say something to coax him into waiting.
But Gu Jun happily let go of his hand.
Lin Yue’s Adam’s apple bobbed, swallowing back whatever he was about to say.