As Zhu Yanqing reminisced about Qin Jun, a woman in white came strolling along, causing petals by the roadside to lift into the air and circle around her, as if she was the spirit of the flowers itself, approaching Zhu Yanqing like a fairy.
"Junior Sister, what are you thinking about?"
The woman in white asked with a smile, her voice ethereal, stirring fanciful thoughts, a pity that she wore a veil, obscuring her face from view, yet her eyes were beautiful, with a speck of red cinnabar between her brows.
Zhu Yanqing looked back at her, then averted her gaze, nonchalantly murmuring, "Nothing much."
"You're thinking about the Qin Emperor, aren't you?" the woman in white approached Zhu Yanqing.
