Whether he would listen or not, Xiao Jinghong would inevitably have to interact with Chen Yi now that she had returned to the Marquis's Mansion.
She couldn't avoid it.
And she didn't want to.
Early the next morning, after washing up and changing into casual clothes, Xiao Jinghong stepped outside the building.
In the courtyard, Xiaodie was sweeping fallen leaves with a broom. She had even set up a ladder to sweep the roof of the pavilion. Perhaps because the courtyard was so quiet and secluded, Xiaodie's humming drifted through the cool, slightly damp breeze. The melody was cheerful, but the lyrics did not sound like the style of the Great Wei Dynasty.
"The cool wind brings tidings. The autumn moon knows no bounds. My lovesickness makes every day feel like a year. Although I am not a handsome gentleman standing tall as a jade tree in the wind..."
Straightforward and novel.
