After sending Liu Qingsong away, Ran Yan began to alter clothes with Ge Lan and Wan Lu inside the room. The semi-transparent gauze was everywhere, and the textures of the gauze, silk, and crepe were all different. When paired together, it was like being enveloped in fog, faintly discernible. Ge Lan and Wan Lu unanimously thought that it was more lethal than simple exposure.
Amid the alterations, the three of them were unknowingly busy for the whole day.
At dusk, Xiao Song returned from the Government Office, and as he had done on previous days, he bathed in the bathhouse in the front courtyard before heading to the study. His mood had reached an all-time low these past few days. Fortunately, he had many matters to handle, allowing him to focus all his attention on the case files. Had he not coped on his own before?
Xiao Song buried himself in a pile of case files, not realizing when his thoughts had drifted away.
