Xia Yinian walked in the jasmine forest, looking left and right, like a happy little bird.
Waves of jasmine fragrance enveloped her, a truly delightful sensation.
The two people on the path, gazing at the fairy in the midst of jasmine flowers, were momentarily startled.
Not just the Old Master, even Feng Rui felt that this girl bore a striking resemblance to the late Madam.
Her appearance, demeanor, actions, there was no sense of discordance.
However, since the young miss had been found, no matter how similar this girl appeared, she was just someone else's child.
"Old Master." Feng Rui walked over and gently patted the Old Master's shoulder.
The Old Master raised his large palm, indicating that he was alright.
Assured that he was fine, Feng Rui stood behind him, not uttering another word.
The Old Master couldn't be agitated now; Feng Rui was worried that he'd be reminded of the Old Madam and fall ill again.
Xia Yinian made a circle in the jasmine forest before returning.
