In April in Kaifeng Prefecture, the warm sunlight poured down. The willow trees along the street had already sprouted tender green shoots, and their slender branches swayed gently in the breeze. Yet Su Zhen merely sat inside the carriage, gazing numbly at everything outside.
Along the way, Han Zhi racked his brains trying to cheer Su Zhen up. He said, "Banniang, I heard that a new shop selling rare trinkets has opened on Pānlóu Street. Inside, they have little wooden horses that can spin by themselves, and paper kites that fly the moment you blow on them. They are exquisitely made—shall we go take a look in a moment?"
"Mm, it does sound interesting," Su Zhen replied, forcing a smile onto her face. It remained gentle, but looked somewhat strained.
Chapter 204