Three days later, Tian Bujue and Su Zizhan arrived in Lin'an.
That day, a light rain fell from the sky, fine and dense like tiny beads threaded on string, washing layer upon layer of the rooftops, ground, and flowers until not a speck of dust remained.
The falling rain was silent, not cold or accompanied by wind, so it wasn't that chilly, but Caiqing, worried about Hua Yan's delicate health, still draped a light cloak over her shoulders.
Hua Yan held a green bamboo umbrella, gazing toward the end of the street.
Caiqing stood by her side, sneaking glances at Hua Yan from time to time.
Noticing the frequency of her looks, Hua Yan turned to ask with a smile, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Caiqing shook her head, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke softly, "Please forgive my bluntness, Crown Princess Consort, but... do you still harbor deep feelings for Young Master Zizhan?"
