The cold wind blew.
Mu Jin's fair hair on her forehead was slightly messed up, and the pearl jade under her delicate earlobes swayed in the wind. However, she looked straight at the small courtyard, her face seemingly calm but unable to hide her anxiety.
The white pink embroidered emerald-patterned dress fit her quite well. It was both lively and obedient. Standing at the door seemed to block out the sunlight.
Shen Ping noticed this beautiful figure the moment he walked out. However, his footsteps were neither slow nor anxious, and there was a faint smile on his face. When he came to Mu Jin, he said, "Fellow Daoist Mu, you didn't tell me in advance that you were coming to visit. I didn't prepare much. Please come in."
