"Commandery Princess," a familiar hoarse voice sounded from behind.
Jiang Shaohua turned around and smiled slightly at the handsome young man not far away: "The annual Lantern Festival is quite lively. Didn't you go see the lanterns?"
The young man smiled and said, "I'm not fond of crowds."
This young man was none other than Cui Du.
With the turn of a new year, Cui Du had grown a bit taller. After nearly a year of taking medicinal soups, his voice had improved significantly. It had gone from being harsh and grating to just slightly hoarse now.
However, Cui Du had developed the habit of listening more and speaking less. Even in the past, he was someone who enjoyed peace and quiet and indeed wasn't fond of crowds.
Jiang Shaohua smiled gently and signaled with her eyes for him to come closer and speak.
