In the rear garden, where birds sang among fragrant flowers and clear springs cascaded into waterfalls.
By a lake as brilliant as gemstones, a young woman in a flowing, sky-blue dress, with picturesque features and a pure, endearing innocence, leaned against a stone table. Her limpid eyes stared blankly at the lonely, distant, azure Celestial Vault.
A few steps away, the teapot on the red clay stove had begun to sizzle, faint white steam puffing from its spout.
"...Sister Lan, hiding out here all by yourself, brewing tea?"
A crisp, pleasant voice rang out beside her as Ling Menghuan, dressed in a pale cyan gown, approached with light steps. She appeared shy and gentle.
Song Xuelan turned her lovely head to glance at her, a faint smile appearing on her fair, delicate face.
"The Young Master hasn't come out of seclusion yet, and I've already finished my cultivation for the day. I had to find something to do!
