Returning home, it was evening.
The wind was still cold as it blew in.
These days, she had been smearing black soot on her face whenever she went out, and after a while, it felt a bit itchy. As soon as Yu Tingwan entered the room, she washed her face.
Wei Zhao was bent over reading a book.
It was given by the neighbors, something he read to pass the time.
Hearing the sound, Wei Zhao looked up.
Unlike the ill-fitting cotton clothes she wore before, this one was the perfect size.
But navy blue...
To Wei Zhao, it appeared mature, a color for older people to wear. Even his birth mother, Duchess Shun, didn't have clothes in this color.
"Do you know how to play chess?"
Yu Tingwan closed her eyes, washing her face carefully, her rosy lips opening and closing.
There were just the two of them in the room, so it was clear she was speaking to Wei Zhao.
"I'm okay."
Yu Tingwan: "That's not right. I've bragged about you outside; you should at least show some decent chess skills."
