The carriage traveled straight along the official road, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Ruan Xiuxiu sat inside the carriage, her slender jade-like legs concealed by the hem of her green dress, tightly pressed together.
Meanwhile, her small hands clutched the hem of her dress atop her knees, causing wrinkles, her palms warm, even though sweat seeped out, she still did not let go.
Earlier, when she heard from Song Chai Xin about the Zither Sword Pavilion, Ruan Xiuxiu initially thought that this stop was merely a brief interlude on the way to Black Mountain.
But she never expected...
That person who looked gentle and warm like the big sister she resembled, just like the sunflowers covering the mountain, giving people a feeling of being bathed in the spring breeze—the Zither Sword Pavilion Master, Miss Xu Nian.
When sending her and Song Chai Xin down the mountain...
