They looked at each other.
It was very secluded here, but precisely because it was secluded, there was a sensation of being spied upon. Li Changzhou even thought the banana leaves outside the corridor were alive, watching the two of them.
The light wasn't very abundant, dimly lit just right, hazy and indistinct.
Yang Qinglan wore wide-sleeved jackets and black floral gauze skirts, just like the advertisements from 1928, a bit like a female student from that era.
The short jacket sleeves revealed her fair little arms, and the collar wasn't high, exposing the swan-like neck of a fairy, with her pitch-black hair still coiled behind her head, held in place by the Emerald Bee Sword.
Plain yet beautiful, elegant, and ethereal.
Yang Qinglan was also sizing him up. The suit hadn't changed much compared to those a hundred years later, but Li Changzhou rarely wore suits.
She laughed first, an intimate smile, endearing.
"What are you laughing at?" Li Changzhou laughed too.
