Gu Junbai reached out and pushed open the door to the room, then closed it carefully.
The courtyard was spotlessly clean, and as it was already the end of March, for the Imperial Capital, spring was just around the corner.
However, during this season, the wind was biting, yet precisely because the wind had risen, the previously somewhat overcast sky now had its dark clouds gradually dispersing.
Sunlight pierced through the endless cloud layers, shining upon the eaves of the courtyard walls, as if countless rays of light were dancing and jumping, seeming as though one could reach out and capture these beams.
Gu Junbai remained motionless, his brows relaxed, hands behind his back, slightly lifting his head to gaze at the distant sky, the calamity for Qiaoqiao had finally passed.
