In the courtyard, Lu Xun kept his gaze on the thin figure, an extended time before shifting away.
Even Ji Li and Murong Yan, who were standing nearby, noticed Lu Xun's attention on her.
She was a frail girl. If the second sister could be described as slender, she was the kind who appeared sickly, slightly malnourished, and looked like skin and bones.
If she were next to Ji Li for comparison, Ji Li would become the bountiful grain of rice during the harvest season, full of joy. While this girl was like the stick of jute, fragile and easily swayed by the wind.
Her complexion also seemed poor, lacking a rosy color on her face.
While her face differed slightly from his memory, her character and temperament were what Lu Xun is not likely to mistake.
He waved his hand, signifying for the waiter to leave first and the girl to stay.
