Her eyes dropped. Suddenly, she saw a hint of bright yellow behind the swing. Xia Ruqing's heart skipped a beat. Could it really be him?
She hurriedly stood up to show respect. Zhao Junyao pressed down on her with one hand.
"Don't move, sit tight, I'll swing for you!"
His voice was deep, magnetic, and carried a hint of long-lost indulgence. Xia Ruqing's heart stirred, and her nose tingled. For some reason, she really wanted to cry.
Obediently, she sat on the swing, neither rising nor moving. She softly said, "Okay!"
Behind her, Zhao Junyao's lips gently curled. A pair of eyes usually filled with frost now became exceptionally tender, like a warm spring delicately trickling under the sunshine, gentle and soothing.
The autumn breeze remained chilly. Xia Ruqing's skirt fluttered behind her in the wind, clinging tightly to Zhao Junyao's Dragon Robe. Their garments entwined recklessly in the breeze, just like their hearts.
