Huangfu Yunxue listened to her soft voice and couldn't help asking, "After My lady leaves, will she ever come back? Yunxue, will I ever see My lady again?"
Feng Jiu smiled, casually plucking a flower to play with in her hand. Turning to face the strikingly beautiful young girl, she said with a smile, "Whether she'll return, I cannot say. But you and I share a certain karmic connection. Perhaps we shall meet again someday."
She walked slowly forward, pinning the flower she'd been holding to Yunxue's hair. Seeing the delicate blossom nestled in the simple-dressed girl's hair, she instantly looked even more radiant and captivating.
She smiled. "If we should meet again in the future, I shall grant you an opportunity."
Huangfu Yunxue paused, her hand gently brushing the blossom. She looked at My lady before her—her expression serene, yet a faint smile playing at her lips—and her own lips parted, though no words came.
