Ling Hua didn't bathe for long, fearing that Yan Qing had been waiting for a while. After calming herself, she hurriedly climbed out of the bath, got dressed properly, and returned to the Drawing Hall.
In this weather, she was particularly prone to feeling cold. Therefore, she not only wore several layers, but also wrapped herself in a very thick cloak. The cloak didn't have a fur collar but was cotton-padded and quite warm. Consequently, due to the heat from the bath and the multiple layers she wore, her little face was red and radiant like peach blossoms. Despite not having slept all night and not having rested for half a day, except for the unmistakable dark circles under her eyes, she seemed neither particularly energetic nor visibly tired.
Hearing footsteps returning, Yan Qing looked up at her, and his gaze paused, his eyes slightly focusing.
