Yun Qianyue wore a pale green long dress, her face veiled by a light purple gauze that revealed only a pair of cold, clear eyes.
At this moment, Fang Han's reflection was mirrored in those eyes, which held a hint of nearly imperceptible anticipation and joy.
"You're back."
she said. Her voice was cold, yet it held less of its usual distance and a little more gentleness than when she spoke to others.
"Mm."
Fang Han stopped before her, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment.
The two walked side by side through the courtyard and into a side hall.
Qiu Lan had already prepared a steaming hot dinner: several exquisite side dishes, two bowls of Blood Rice, and a pot of warmed fruit wine.
Fang Han and Yun Qianyue sat facing each other.
"Did you run into any trouble on your trip to the Imperial Capital?"
Yun Qianyue's cold eyes rested on Fang Han, filled with a hint of concern.
"Not much trouble, no."
