Watching the figures of the two of them, one tall and one small, slowly disappear into the Peach Blossom Grove, Weining smiled self-deprecatingly and shook her head after a long moment.
That's right, she had always been free and easy in her worldly dealings. Why had she become so bound by convention today? Could this be what the mortals called a guilty conscience? Never mind, Yaoji was right; one should just follow one's heart in everything!
Turning back to sit down, Weining looked at the Hundred Flower Brew on the table with a touch of curiosity.
Chapter 17