Yan Zijin's slender fingers moved gracefully as she adjusted the sash around her waist.
Behind her, Zhao Tian was lying lazily on the large bed with one hand tucked under his head, the other resting on his chest.
His gaze trailed over her back as she dressed.
Just as she pulled her outer robe over her shoulders, Yan Zijin glanced over her shoulder and muttered "That reminds me. Lian'er said she wants to meet you."
Zhao Tian blinked, then raised an eyebrow slightly "Is it something important?"
Yan Zijin shook her head gently, turning back to face the mirror "Not really. She said she just wanted to thank you... in person."
Zhao Tian's gaze drifted upward to the ceiling.
Then he let out a deep breath and sank further into the mattress, folding an arm over his forehead "I see…"
...
The quiet rustle of leaves echoed softly as Zhao Tian made his way through the inner courtyard of the estate.
The morning air was crisp, touched with the faint scent of plum blossoms.
