Mingshu hesitated; then a clear, cold voice came from inside, interrupting her thoughts.
She only hesitated for a moment before lifting her feet and walking around the screen.
The woman in the green dress, her hair simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, sat there, writing something intently.
"Sit."
Without turning back at the sound behind her, she remained focused on the task in her hands, as if not even the falling sky could distract her.
Mingshu glanced at the empty seat opposite the woman, walked over slowly, adjusted her skirts, and sat down.
Only then did she take the opportunity to examine the person across from her, and upon doing so, she slightly froze, followed by a flash of amazement in her eyes.
The woman in front of her was very young, perhaps only a couple of years older than her or perhaps the same age.
Mingshu caught a glimpse of her hairstyle and determined in her heart that this must be an unmarried girl.
