Ji Zhao, who had been dealt a blow, had been depressed.
When night fell, she was still sitting on the wicker chair in the courtyard, staring blankly into the dark night sky.
"I want to go for a walk. Do you want to come with me?" Shen Yao sensed her low spirits and walked to her side with a smile.
"Sure!" Ji Zhao readily agreed.
A cool breeze blew, and the air was filled with the elegant fragrance of flowers.
Ji Zhao narrowed her eyes and walked forward, quietly enjoying the comfort of the cool breeze.
The haze that lingered in her heart seemed to have been swept away.
"Shen Yao, do you know how to sing?" Ji Zhao suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked at Shen Yao curiously.
"Singing?" Shen Yao shook his head in shock. "I'm not good with music."
"Alright." Ji Zhao shrugged her shoulders in disappointment.
"You want to hear me sing?"
"Mm." Ji Zhao nodded lightly.
