A few more days had passed. In a blink of an eye, it was December 21, the day of adjudication.
On this day, Mo Yixuan got up very early. He put on the clothes that He Xiyan had bought for him, a delicate suit, on which she spent more than 20,000 yuan. The clothes, though not so expensive, was now his most precious thing.
Downstairs, he smelled a faint smell of noodles. Knowing that they were going to the court, the chef prepared for the breakfast early.
Li Qin got up even earlier. She dressed up very smartly today, in a wine-red mink coat, looking like a rich lady coming out of the palace. With her hair tied up and her makeup done, she, the whole person, looked four or five years younger.
She did not know how long she had waited for the opening day of the court session, feeling as if she had waited for years. The day finally came.
"Come and have breakfast, Yixuan. After breakfast, we'll get ready to go." Li Qin couldn't wait any longer.
