The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1563 - 1650: Let’s Make Up

No one was in Shu Yu’s room. She asked the servants and found out that Shu Yu had gone out early in the morning.

She asked someone to bring a vase over and placed the cut branches inside. After admiring it with satisfaction, she smiled and went to Shujun’s room next door.

Shujun hadn’t gone out today.

In fact, these days, unless his second brother dragged him out for a drink, he stayed in the residence the rest of the time.

When Dong Huiying arrived, she saw a sheet of drawing paper spread out on the desk.

Shujun was holding a paintbrush, and with a swift stroke, he was creating a landscape painting with a striking figure in it.

Dong Huiying leaned closer to take a look and saw that the person in the painting was surprisingly her?

As Shujun turned his head, he saw Dong Huiying.

He was slightly startled.

His expression seemed like he was caught off guard, pleasantly surprised.

Indeed. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

After all, in Shujun’s perception, he and his wife seemed to have grown distant lately, but in fact, it could only be blamed on his overthinking and imagining too much.

In reality, Dong Huiying’s attitude towards him had not changed compared to before. But he couldn’t help overthinking, concluding many reasons that made him believe he had many shortcomings. He even thought the reason Dong Huiying said those words to him that day was that she no longer liked him.

"The painting is really good."

As Shujun laid down the brush, Dong Huiying picked up the paper to admire it.

The ink on the painting hadn’t dried, a purple figure amidst the mountains and waters, which was clearly Taihang Village nestled in the mountains as it was back then.

Looking at it like this, Dong Huiying actually felt a bit homesick.

She turned her head towards Shujun. "After dealing with things in the Capital, let’s go home."

"Home?" Shujun looked at the landscape painting, suddenly feeling a sense of surreal dislocation.

Indeed, they had been away for so long. Not only the wife, but he also missed home.

Perhaps what he missed wasn’t the lonely, now uninhabited house on the mountain, but the beautiful days living in the mountains with the person he loved the most, those peaceful, tender times...

"Alright, after everything is settled, we’ll go home."

Dong Huiying saw his eyes turn red. Once a carefree character, he had now become despondent. Once as vibrant as peach blossoms, his handsome face now seemed listless.

She suddenly put down the painting and took a step towards Shujun.

She tightly embraced the man in front of her, this sad, sorrowful, almost fragile; a man who tugged at her heartstrings, made her heartache!

"Shujun, let’s reconcile!"

When she spoke these words, her voice was hoarse.

The man in her arms stiffened, "Reconcile?" Shujun’s expression was bewildered.

In fact, the word "reconcile" might not be used appropriately. Because neither of them had had an argument, even the things Dong Huiying said to Shujun that day were merely factual and fair conclusions.

They didn’t quarrel; it was just that after those words were spoken, Shujun felt that this woman was still the one he loved, but the distance between them felt like being separated by vast mountains and rivers.

And because of Shujun’s mindset, Dong Huiying inexplicably found herself in a ’cold war’ situation.

Dong Huiying softly said, "Let’s not continue like this. I want to go back to the life we had before, those days we had. I don’t want you to be unhappy because when I see you unhappy, it makes me sad too."

Slowly, Shujun extended his hand and wrapped it around her supple waist.