"Qing Jun, ah~"
Lingfei Zhao tilted her head to look at the water outside the pavilion.
The autumn water was shimmering, the cool breeze was comforting, she gazed into the distance, the sky clear and spotless.
At this moment, Lingfei Zhao was sitting with dignified grace inside the Elegant Pavilion by the lakeside, on the railing seat facing the water. After hearing the words, she fell silent for a moment before turning to look at the beaming man in front of her.
Zhao Rong stood before Lingfei Zhao with one hand holding a bowl of lotus seed glutinous rice porridge and the other a porcelain spoon, carefully scooping up a spoonful of hot porridge, holding the bowl underneath, and cautiously bringing it to Lingfei Zhao's mouth.
Zhao Rong, ah, slightly opened his mouth, coaxing her to drink.
