Not long after.
Bai Xiaolan arrived at the entrance to the rear garden.
Her attitude was respectful, her expression slightly nervous. Unlike her usual dignified and calm demeanor.
Seeing Fang Yu practicing Tai Chi Boxing in the rear garden, Bai Xiaolan deliberately waited for a while before entering. She didn't understand Tai Chi Boxing, nor had she seen it—
So, seeing such a slow-paced fist technique, Bai Xiaolan thought Fang Yu truly had aged.
Her expression was somewhat uncomfortable.
There was regret, there was sympathy...
The person Bai Xiaolan had always admired in her heart had suddenly aged. Aged to the point of being difficult to accept, yet inevitable to face.
It was quite painful.
Seeing Fang Yu standing there lost in thought, Bai Xiaolan still walked over.
She came to Fang Yu's vicinity, bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Fang... you were looking for me?"
Of course, she knew Fang Yu was looking for her; it was obvious.
