Zixuan stepped into the room, and his gaze fixed on Jinghan without moving away. Although he often couldn't see her, he had never felt such a strong longing as now. Zixuan thought about Jinghan every day, and he almost wished he could take leave to go back to see her. If it were not for his preoccupation with the imperial examination, he really might have done just that. He hadn't expected to see Jinghan today, but as he gazed at her smiling face, blooming like a flower, his mind gradually settled down.
"Uncle, Aunt." Zixuan stepped forward and paid his respects to Mr. and Mrs. Zhixin.
