Yang Jing immediately cupped his hands in a salute to Lin Shuhua, his tone sincere. "Thank you for your trouble, Miss Lin."
Lin Shuhua bowed slightly, a faint smile on her face. She curtsied, her voice crisp and gentle. "You are too kind, Young Master Yang. This is merely my duty."
Watching her strict adherence to etiquette and her dignified bearing, Yang Jing couldn't help but sigh inwardly. As expected of a noble lady raised in a great clan, her every word and deed was imbued with discipline.
'But isn't it exhausting to live a life so tightly bound by rules, where every single thing must be done perfectly and with consideration?'
He shook his head slightly at the thought but said nothing more.
'Perhaps for Lin Shuhua, this kind of methodical and well-organized life is simply what she's used to. She might not find it arduous at all.'
