Late autumn, early morning.
The mist had just lifted, dew not yet dried, and the ginkgo leaves on one side of the corridor were sparkling with white frost.
Suddenly, "thud, thud, thud"—footsteps pounded, knocking off the frost from the leaves and dew from the blossoms.
At the end of the corridor, a girl ran lightly, holding up her skirt, her steps quick and lively as if hopping, the colorful embroidered cape fluttered with her movements, resembling a cheerful brocade sparrow from afar.
"Second Miss!" The servants along the way greeted her one after another.
Tang Xiaobai hurriedly responded, jumping off the corridor: "Ah Xiao—"
Li Mu, hearing the commotion, quickly walked out and saw the little girl standing at the courtyard gate with a wide smile, hands behind her back, her face flushed, and charming dimples as sweet as honey.
He couldn't help but smile slightly, asking, "Second Miss, do you have good news to tell me?"
