The small courtyard was lush with flowers and plants, vibrant in greenery, with several blooming plum blossoms complementing the ancient trees, the fragrance of the flowers wafting through the air.
Ye Qingchen walked to the gate of the courtyard and gently pushed the door open, only to see Xue Zhao standing in the center of the courtyard, her face radiating a brilliant smile.
"Ye Qingchen!" Upon seeing Ye Qingchen, Xue Zhao's eyes sparkled with joy. She stepped forward quickly, unabashedly expressing her inner delight. She wore a white gauze dress that fluttered lightly with her steps, making her look as beautiful and enchanting as a fairy.
"Xue Zhao," Ye Qingchen smiled softly, his tone gentle, "have you rested well."
Xue Zhao's smile was as bright as a flower, holding Ye Qingchen's hand. She gave a gentle tug and said with a laugh, "Come in, Ye Qingchen. I've prepared fine wine and delicacies, just waiting for you to arrive."
