When Shuang Jiang returned with the clean water, Zhou Mu had already placed the sleeping Gu Changsheng on the bed and settled him comfortably.
Indicating with his eyes for Shuang Jiang to place the basin on the low table beside the bed, Zhou Mu rose, picked up the brocade handkerchief hanging on the carved rack, dipped it in the water, wrung it half dry, and sat back down by the bed, tenderly beginning to wipe the face of the sleeping person...
Watching Gu Changsheng's lips move slightly, as if murmuring in his sleep, a gentle smile filled with affection appeared on Zhou Mu's face, which resembled a Divine Being, and his movements grew even softer...
Shuang Jiang stood to the side, watching the scene quietly.
To be honest, she originally intended to handle her master's washing herself, but seeing her son-in-law like this, she suddenly felt that speaking up would be superfluous!
