In a corner of the courtyard, the tung tree cast a large patch of cool shade.
Yun Qi wore a sky-blue puff-sleeve dress and a pair of little sandals. Her dark, bright eyes sparkled like fireworks igniting clusters of light.
"Little brother, you finally came to see me." Yun Qi's voice was crisp and sweet, like the tinkling streams on a mountain.
The young man from the Capital City, full of nobility, walked forward with a smile, handing Yun Qi a delicate paper bag.
Yun Qi took it, her fair little hand reached into the bag and pulled out a pickled plum, popping it into her mouth, the tangy sweet and cool taste instantly filling her lips and tongue.
"I had the chef at home make these especially for you, kept in a small fridge on the way, they're still fresh, right?" Qin Luo asked, a smile in his eyes and a slight curve on his lips.
