The next morning, Nangong Siyu woke up to find Yun Ran absent and immediately went to Nangong Mo's courtyard.
At that time, he was seated with his eyes closed under the plum tree. The morning sunlight gently shone on his figure, giving his snow-white robes a faint golden glow, making him look all the more picturesque and noble.
Nangong Siyu stood there for a long time, staring at him dazedly, with an unmistakable look of amazement and infatuation in his eyes.
It was Yue Ying who passed by with a tray of tea and water and asked curiously, "Little Princess, why are you standing here and not going in?"
Nangong Siyu, unabashed, smiled and said, "My brother is too handsome! He looks like an immortal stepped out of a painting, and I accidentally got transfixed."
Yue Ying couldn't help but chuckle, glancing at the plum tree, "Little Princess, why are you up so early? Did you rest well last night?"
