When the two of them arrived one after the other at the Peach Blossom Pavilion in the courtyard, Zhang Yurou was resting her cheek on her slender hand, looking deep in thought.
She was wearing a simple yet elegant white dress, appearing as serene and graceful as a quiet maiden. Her exquisitely beautiful face was free of makeup, yet it still failed to conceal her peerless natural beauty.
She sat quietly on a stone stool, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, her star-like eyes staring blankly ahead as if unfocused.
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