After Wang Zihan had put away the painting scroll, she suddenly remembered who the person in the painting was.
That white orchid round collar robe, the ornament on his waist, and the simple tie of his silver hairband on his head.
This was none other than her older brother, Lin Xingzhi!
Collecting a portrait of a man, it turned out...that the person Miss Wang adored, is her own brother.
"Jiaojiao, it's late, let Caiyue take you out from the back door," Wang Zihan said naturally and generously, as if nothing had happened earlier.
She knew well enough not to disclose what she knew, so she complied.
However, a plan was already taking shape in her heart. She wanted to bring the two together, but she was afraid that it might be a vain hope, like flowers falling in love with the flow of water, while the water remains indifferent to them.
It seemed that this matter required careful planning, and she would need to probe her older brother's thoughts.
