At the gate to the courtyard, Ji Mingzhu encountered Xie Yunxuan.
He stood under the lush trees, looking travel-worn, with a damp chill emanating from him, as if he had been standing there for a long time.
"Second Brother?"
Xie Yunxuan lifted his gaze in her direction.
In his sight, the girl donned a thin spring dress, gracefully emerging from the courtyard.
Her makeup was light, her hair pinned in a woman's bun, with her forehead hair combed upward, revealing a smooth and full brow.
It was still the same face, yet between her brows and eyes, there was an inexplicable allure.
Xie Yunxuan was no fool; accustomed as he was to being outside, he had seen countless people and matters.
He understood the source of her transformation.
A dense pain surged in his heart, like needles pricking.
After a long effort, he managed a strained smile, "I've heard about the affairs in Yangzhou, Mingzhu, are your wounds healed?"
