Song Zhuozhi took delicate steps, her skirt subtly swaying, bringing the embroidered orchid shoes into Lu Jiu's view.
"You haven't responded to me — why, do you no longer like me?"
Her voice was gentle and charming, her words accompanied by a light frown, and though she had no tears, she seemed always on the verge of tears.
Lu Jiu bowed his head, doing his best not to look at those delicate embroidered shoes.
Then Song Zhuozhi directly reached out and placed her hand on his chest, slowly stroking towards his shoulder, causing him to tense up.
"Jiu, while I still have some patience, talk to me, hmm?"
Lu Jiu brushed away her hand, lowered his eyes, and said formally: "Miss, you could go for a walk; it's snowing outside."
"Snowing?" She withdrew her hand, removed the hairpin from her hair, and tapped the back of his hand. "Go, open the curtains for me to see."
