The sun was setting in the west, over the small courtyard of the Meng family.
Xiao Yu, in ethnic clothing, sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, resting her cheek in her hand and enjoying the evening breeze.
Her eyes were dreamy, as if lost in thought, and her fingers subconsciously caressed the branch of a begonia before her…
"Lawyer Lin?"
"Ah?" Xiao Yu's hand jerked in fright at the sudden voice.
When she turned to see that it was Meng Lang approaching her, her face seemed to show a moment of discomfort.
"Why are you here alone?"
"Oh, Auntie said she was going out to pick some fruits, Weiwei and Xiao Yu are still upstairs trying on clothes, so I just came down to catch some air first," she replied absentmindedly, her eyes fixed on the begonia flower in front of her as if she were deeply studying it.
"I see..."
Meng Lang didn't stand on ceremony and sat down across from Xiao Yu, picking up a green jujube from the fruit plate on the table and took a crunching bite.
