Behind the Yangxin Residence, there's a large open space. Duanmu Nan usually dries herbs here. No matter if it rained last night, with such good sun today, he needed to dry the herbs from his storeroom, getting ready to make space for the ones Yue'er would bring over next.
That girl, for some reason, has a thing for herbs, which is quite amusing.
Thinking of Long Yue, Duanmu Nan, who usually wore a faint smile year-round, showed a slight shift in expression, revealing a contemplative ponderance.
"Mr. Duanmu."
Suddenly, a gentle female voice came from behind him.
Duanmu Nan slowly turned around and said, "Lady Xue is here again. Is there something uncomfortable?"
"Oh, very uncomfortable indeed. I didn't sleep well at all last night, feeling very weary. Look at my face, I've lost a bit of vibrancy, haven't I?"
Lady Xue sighed, cutely pouted, and pointed to her face, her almond-shaped eyes misty, looking quite aggrieved.
