Song Lianhe whispered to Ah Yu, "Was the letter delivered?"
"It was delivered."
Shuang Ye glanced between the two of them and pouted. "Miss, who are you waiting for? How come you're both keeping secrets from me now?" she whined.
Song Lianhe smiled without saying a word. Ah Yu gently tugged on her sleeve. "Miss, they're here."
She looked up and saw two handsome young masters approaching on the street. One, dressed in a long white robe and holding a folding fan, cut a dashing and elegant figure. The other wore an ink-wash, bamboo-green robe, his hair bound with a jade coronet. His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression was solemn, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he stood ramrod straight with a dignified posture.
As the two drew near, Yan Wen glanced up at Song Lianhe before quickly lowering his head. "Second Miss Song," he greeted.
Ignoring the stiffness in his voice, Song Lianhe beamed. "Young Master Yan, you're here."
