Lin Gantang withdrew her hand, feeling embarrassed, "Sorry, I shouldn't have touched your things without permission."
"It's okay, I was just worried you might damage the book, it's very important." Si Tijin's slender hands gently picked up the book, and as her sleeves slid down, her beautiful red agate bracelet made her wrist look as white as snow.
Lin Gantang looked at her in the aquamarine Hanfu matched with a Yunji hairstyle, admiration rising in her eyes: "Miss Si looks so beautiful, this is the first time I'm seeing you up close."
Lin Gantang suddenly remembered the red-dressed woman she had seen on the way back from Mount Qinghe with Wen Yanqing the last time. Now that she thought about it, could it have been Si Tijin?
She couldn't help but examine the clothing on her, the auspicious cloud embroidery was extremely beautiful. She wondered where such fine and exquisite workmanship came from.
