In the late spring on the Xiliang grasslands, the morning dew had not yet dried.
Shen Qing leaned against the carved window lattice, her fingertips gently brushing against the dew on the sill as the tender morning light spilled across her flushed face.
After half a month of careful recuperation, her pale complexion had taken on a healthy glow, and her once-frail body was gradually regaining its vitality.
Chapter 79