When she woke up the next day, Gu Juan was still sleeping on the kang, her hand still clutching her stomach—it must have been quite painful.
Gu Lingling rubbed her eyes and got off the kang. After washing up, she went to the side chamber in the front yard to see Old Man Gu. As she entered the room, the old man and Gu Chunhai stopped talking as soon as they saw her.
"Didn't sleep well last night?" Old Man Gu asked.
"It's… nothing really." Gu Lingling rubbed her arm, "Grandpa, did you sleep well?"
"What's wrong with your arm?" Gu Chunhai asked with a frown.
"Nothing," Gu Lingling shook her head with a smile.
Gu Lingling's skin was delicate and fair, the type that bruised easily with a little touch. Although Gu Juan didn't exert much force last night, it left a large bruise on her.
But she didn't plan to tell Gu Chunhai; some grudges were more satisfying to settle on her own.
