The three people walked through the street.
Duan Rong's gaze was fixed on the woman among the three. This sort of aura is simply undeniable!
But there was a light veil over her face, obscuring her true appearance.
The woman had her hair styled in a falling horse bun, dressed in a moon-white inner garment with a light green skirt over it.
Just then, a night breeze suddenly swept through the street, lifting a corner of the light veil, and Duan Rong caught a fleeting glimpse of her tender red lips.
Immediately, the woman's charming maid tilted the flower umbrella to block the wind.
The woman was startled by the wind, covering her mouth to cough twice.
The charming maid immediately scolded playfully, "I told you there'd be wind at night, yet you insisted on coming out. You've only just gotten better these past few days, be careful not to fall ill again."
