The night deepened.
The misty drizzle of early spring silently fell again, blending with the warm yellow light in the courtyard, creating a dazzling and blurred atmosphere.
In the room, Xia He quietly sat on the bed.
Usually accustomed to wearing sturdy boots, she was now dressed in a crimson Luo skirt, which complimented her normally frosty beauty, accentuating her slender waist as if she were a noble lady reared in seclusion.
To avoid sensing, Chun Yu, along with Qiuye and Dong Xue, left the courtyard, trying to maximize the distance between them.
When they left, the dispositions of the three ladies were each different.
While Qiuye had resolved her emotional entanglements, seeing her elder sister and the man she liked about to consummate their marriage still brought a touch of sourness; her leaving glance at Jiang Shouzhong was as if her eyes could weave threads of melancholy.
