Academy. Zhong Chushan ran back to the study room from outside and said to Zhou Wangshu, who was sitting by the window emanating an air of gloominess: "Your sister is here."
Zhou Wangshu turned his head, his gaze chilly.
"Alright, alright, it's your wife, your wife is here, she's standing outside. If you don't want to see her, I'll drive her away right now and tell her not to come anymore."
Zhong Chushan said this, about to turn and leave, but Zhou Wangshu grabbed his wrist.
Zhou Wangshu got up and strode out.
In the courtyard, the young girl in an indigo dress with cloud patterns stood with her back to him. She wore the most fashionable style of the moment, the startled swan bun, with a pearl hairpin slantingly inserted. The students passing by sized her up, but she faced them openly, neither affected nor evasive.
"Miss, who are you looking for?" a graceful student stepped forward to chat.
