Xiao Yurong was dressed in white with a delicate jade flute on his waist. He was already in his 30s, but he was fair and looked more energetic than the young men in their 10s and 20s. He stood in front of the carriage with a refreshing breeze. With the bright moon, he looked like a painting of a handsome man.
Xiao Yurong was not handsome because of his face, but because of his scholarly aura. Anyone who took a look at him would feel like they had fallen into many books, and they would be able to calm down in an instant.
This was her eldest junior brother.
Xie Qiao was stunned.
In a daze, a folding fan blocked the view in front of Xie Qiao.
"Senior Sister, what are you looking at?" Zhao Xuanjing suddenly appeared.
Xie Qiao was stunned for a moment before she noticed him.
Then…
"Junior Brother, what you are wearing today... is a little different." Xie Qiao frowned.
