Who knew, just as she called out a single word, Ming Zhiyuan marched straight past the three of them, mother and daughters, leaving Yin Ruowei's performative, self-assured smile frozen on her face!
Yin Ruowei suddenly bit her lower lip hard.
What's going on?
Yin Yilan's breath hitched, and she turned and called out, "Zhiyuan!"
Her voice was slightly shrill, betraying a hint of barely controlled emotion.
That call successfully made Ming Zhiyuan stop in his tracks, as though he had only just noticed their presence. "Yilan, it's you guys."
Yin Yilan held an exquisitely laced, embroidered umbrella, clad in a turquoise cheongsam paired with a green bangle on her wrist, the retro silver-set ruby glistening with flowing light. She gathered her composure and asked with gentle grace, "Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?"
