"Mr. Sang." Xiao Song set Ran Yan down and greeted him.
Sang Chen had become much leaner than before, but he was almost as tall as Xiao Song. His black hair was loosely spread behind him, making his face appear even more handsome. He cupped his hands and said, "I had been meaning to thank Lady Ran for saving my life; it's just... just..."
But remembering the words spoken after being shot by the arrow, he neither dared nor felt it proper to meet Ran Yan.
"Mr. Sang is brilliantly talented; the Great Tang literary scene would suffer a great loss without you, my lord. Having encountered you, how could I stand idly by?" Ran Yan's face was expressionless. She was now a married woman; for her own sake, as well as for Sang Chen's sake, she did not want to give him any room for fantasy, "You need not express your gratitude."
