Ink strokes outlining the misty rain. Silky and velvety, the rain gently falls, and the courtyard reflects the layout of Jiangnan Water Town.
Qiao Si sipped half a bowl of bird's nest soup, standing by the window sill. Cui Bai was behind her, half-embracing her.
"Tomorrow we shall pay a visit to your father."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Si couldn't help but laugh: "Should I ask my younger uncle to shield me from the drinks this time?"
Every time they visit, Mr. Qiao insists on pouring drinks. Cui Bai's tolerance for alcohol isn't great. Cui Yun doesn't like drinking, but he can really hold his liquor.
"Him?"
Cui Bai said, "He has other business to attend to."
Qiao Si gently acknowledged without asking further; she knew Cui Bai had his reasons for whatever he did.
Just as the Cui family trusts him, so does the Xuan Family.
Qiao Si's delicate fingers traced Cui Bai's face.
