Suddenly, another voice came from the western window behind him.
Zhao Rong stopped, turned his head curiously, and said, "What is it, Teacher Zhu? Uh..."
In that instant, his words halted, struck by the scene before his eyes.
The elegant window, the woman in the Confucian robe with picturesque features, the orchids outside the window solitary in their graceful poses, and the pale gold of the morning sun all added warmth to the scene. This small landscape also held, of course, a 'grander' view.
Not far from the western window, the previously hidden Yourong had now turned around, facing Zhao Rong with a complex look in her eyes.
Zhao Rong coughed, preparing to turn back, determined not to act disrespectfully. However, the next second, the woman in the Confucian robe inside the western window suddenly said, "We can write the characters later. Ziyu, come in first."
Zhao Rong was startled and glanced at her complexion.
