Hearing this, Du Yunluo's brows furrowed slightly, but they soon smoothed out.
Jin Rui stood by the side, clearly observing everything.
Although she didn't understand why her young lady was somewhat averse to Zhen Wenqian, since Jin Rui had noticed, she subtly moved to stand between Du Yunluo and Zhen Wenqian.
Zhen Wenqian cast a sidelong glance at Jin Rui, the maid hung her head, and from this angle, it was impossible to discern her expression.
He turned his gaze back to Du Yunluo.
Compared to the glutinous rice dumpling of her childhood, Du Yunluo had grown up.
Her appearance and figure followed Mrs. Zhen's, not striking, yet like the waning moon that only appears in the second half of the month—graceful and serene, yet not without charm.
The lantern light flickered, casting shadows on the white walls of the corridor that swayed as well, but the owner of that shadow stood upright, her clear eyes looking towards the Flower Hall, unhurried and calm.
