Late spring sunlight filtered through the rose-covered wall, weaving golden, diamond-like patterns onto the stone floor of the villa. Jiang Wan sat on the swing, letting Lu Jingyuan push her gently, her skirt sweeping through the fallen petals on the ground as she swayed. In the distance, glass wind chimes tinkled crisply, mingling with the chatter of a mimicry-prone parrot, while the air hung heavy with the sweet, tart scent of green plum wine.
"Be careful," Lu Jingyuan’s voice came from behind her, laced with indulgence. "It rained yesterday; the stones are slick."
Jiang Wan chuckled, reaching out to catch a drifting rose petal. "When did the Heir become so cautious? Back when we were riding in the countryside, you didn't even fear a spooked horse."
Chapter 99