Yun Ran thought she had gone to the wrong place, so she looked up at the sign. Yanyu Building and Lu Zhu Pavilion, there's no mistake!
"Ayue."
A voice as gentle as the wind wafted into her ears. The man was already standing in front of her.
Yun Ran looked up at him, blinking gently, "Cousin...?"
The man in front of her wore a green robe, his hair tied up with a jade crown, his eyebrows and eyes were as picturesque as a painting, indescribably elegant and refined.
He exuded a scholarly aura, without giving off a weak impression.
He was Yan Zichu.
Several times he rescued Lin Wanyue from Zhen Fantong's clutches, and over the years he has been caring for her and attending to her needs.
He was like a beam of light in Lin Wanyue's dark life, a touch of warm sun that illuminated her and warmed her cold heart.
"Ayue, has King Qin troubled you?"
"It's all my fault for coming back too late! It's cousin's fault!"
