Shaking her head, Zhiyan interrupted her thoughts, scrambled up from the bed, and disappeared for a few days, with no idea how Shasha and the others were doing.
Opening the wardrobe, she took out a set of pink dresses to put on, her hair hanging down her back, with her bangs in front having grown quite a bit.
Willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a gaze as clear as water, skin white as jade, and because she had just woken up, her face was tinted with a light pink blush, her dainty nose and cherry-like red lips gave off endless charm, making one unable to resist immersing themselves in them.
After tidying up a bit, Zhiyan left the room in search of Shasha and the others.
The entire Northern Garden seemed much quieter, and after walking a big circle, she didn't encounter a single servant. Could they all have gone out?
