Zhong Shimin had returned.
He was half a day earlier than expected.
Song Lianhe heard it from Da Xi after waking up that morning. She threw on a robe and ran to the council hall.
Inside the council hall, Luo Fubang was in the middle of speaking with him. Hearing footsteps, Zhong Shimin slowly turned his head.
A young woman ran toward them, hiking up her skirts. She wore no makeup, and her long hair, which she hadn't had time to tie up, fell loosely down her back. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled with a joyous smile. She was in such a rush that she stumbled at the threshold, nearly falling as she came in.
Zhong Shimin didn't move, but behind his back, his hands clenched into tight fists.
His dark, somber gaze fell upon her bare feet, pausing for a moment.
"Slow down, slow down..."
