The private box was now left with only Yan Qing.
Yan Qing lounged with a leg crossed, watching Ling Hua. Seeing her among the dandies, laughing and joking without a hint of contempt, her speech polite and demeanor measured, graceful and genteel, she truly appeared every bit the lady of a great house.
This was a far cry from the person who had longingly sat on a low stool in the courtyard, greedily eyeing the roasted venison, and from the person who, after being irritated by him, had stiffly dressed, put on a stern face, and marched out the door—it was like heaven and earth in contrast.
His "jaw ached" with a click.
Sure can act!
Ling Hua removed her veil and placed it to the side, then walked over and smiled at Yan Qing, "Why haven't we started yet? Are you waiting for me?"
"Yeah." Yan Qing gave her another careful look and though he had a lot of thoughts, he ultimately didn't say anything.
