Su Rong didn't speak immediately but carefully eyed Qin Ruo up and down.
It had been seven or eight months since the Qin family fell from grace. She had never seen what the young master of the Qin family looked like before, but one could imagine. The son of the former imperial censor, possessing both looks and talent, must have had the demeanor of an elegant young master from a noble household.
The man before her still managed to stand straight, but he was extremely thin, not yet emaciated due to the relatively short length of time. If more time passed, even if Zhou Gu were to come before him, he might not be recognizable.
They say that time is a slaughter knife, but in reality, hardship and toil are, particularly the kind that comes with no visible hope.
