A dense thicket of lush bamboo grew in the very center of the courtyard, surrounded on all four sides by wooden corridors. Yuling, charming and elegant, had changed into a pinkish-orange silk dress and was standing not far away at the corner of a corridor. Next to her stood an uninvited guest—none other than Bai Molian, dressed in clean, immaculate white robes.
The two seemed to be sharing some amusing anecdotes. Before Bai Molian had even spoken many words, he had Yuling bursting into laughter, so much so that her shoulders shook and she trembled like a blossoming branch.
That damned man actually reached out and stroked the hairpin in Yuling's hair.
Chapter 39