Han Zhi walked out of the meditation room with Su Zhen on his arm, the copper bells at the eaves chiming softly in the breeze. Xiǎohēi suddenly broke free from Yueping's embrace, chasing a brightly colored butterfly around the fish pond and stirring ripples across the water. Su Zhen gazed at the goldfish flicking their tails in the pond and suddenly let out a light laugh. "This little beast is certainly more carefree than the two of us."
The three of them and the dog proceeded along the covered walkway. Noticing beads of sweat forming on Su Zhen's temples, Han Zhi hurriedly took a plain handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe her brow. "Is Banniang tired?"
Su Zhen shook her head gently, her fingertips brushing against the vermilion railing of the corridor, feeling the warmth of the spring sun cast through the latticed windows onto her palm. She said softly, "It's just that I haven't seen this much vitality in a long time, and I want to take it all in."
Chapter 270