As she stepped out of the peach grove, Wang Zhaojun saw Daqiao still lingering nearby. Just outside the grove flowed a stream where, even as night fell, luminous fish swam to and fro, encircling the entire wooded area.
Daqiao sat upright by the water's edge. Though the spring breeze had arrived, the winter chill still lingered, and she wrapped her thin garments tightly around herself, her retreating figure appearing somewhat huddled.
Wang Zhaojun helplessly pressed a hand to her forehead, inwardly lamenting, "This is truly a disaster!"
Chapter 83