Xiang Wan knew she shouldn't have taken that step; the guilt was too intense, making her extremely uneasy.
It gave her an idea, which was to avoid Zuo Xingyun, or at least the possibility of any intimate contact with him alone.
The next day.
Xiang Wan woke up at noon.
Outside the window, the weather was fine and sunny. The rose vines in the courtyard quietly thrived with lush leaves, heralding the approaching bloom.
The sky was azure blue, with patches of clouds like fragments of jade. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds to the ground, scattering countless shimmering ripples in the water of the fountain.
She was in good spirits, inspired by the beautiful scenery, and perhaps because she had slept enough, she hummed a little tune after washing up and cheerfully walked downstairs.
The whole first floor was quiet, and she called out to Zhang Ma.
