Saturday, 11 a.m.
Chu Liangxia had emerged from the study and, after spending half an hour tidying herself up in her room, completely transformed from her homebody image to that of a demure girl.
Earlier, her hair had been loose, wearing a very long nightgown with pink slippers on her feet. Now, dressed in a simple, elegant dress with a light brown coat over it and knee-high autumn boots, she looked comfortably color-coordinated.
Her hair had been slightly styled, the ends gently curled and left to cascade down freely, complemented by a brown woolen hat.
Indeed, she looked very well-behaved and appropriately graceful.
Feng Ziheng gave her a few measured glances.
He had begun to grow accustomed to Chu Liangxia's frequent changes of style and her varied aura.
"Ready to go?"
Holding a small brown bag, Chu Liangxia approached him.
"Mhm."
His gaze still on her, Feng Ziheng nodded slightly.
Chu Liangxia tilted her head with a soft laugh, her expression gentle.
