Lu Feng entered the courtyard amid Lin Xiaowan's shoves and came before Chu Youwei, who had already stepped out of the house and was waiting in the small stone pavilion.
Since their parting at the Luo Residence, Lu Feng had not seen the woman before him for many days. At the sudden sight of her, the scene from that night involuntarily surfaced in his mind, stirring a faint ripple in his heart.
Because she was confined within the residence, Chu Youwei was dressed with particular simplicity and elegance today. A plain light-blue gown wrapped her body, with a pale white gauze robe draped over it, revealing the graceful lines of her neck and the clearly visible curve of her collarbones.
Her fair, tender face bore not a trace of makeup. Her beautiful, sparkling eyes, so distinct in black and white, rippled with a captivating charm and grace.
Seeing Chu Youwei dressed in such pure, refined elegance, Lu Feng could not help but lose himself for a moment. He could vaguely understand why people like Luo Tianfu, who could obtain countless beauties beneath the heavens with a mere reach of their power and status, still clung to Chu Youwei so stubbornly and could never forget her.
Chu Youwei, too, stared blankly at Lu Feng as he approached. Though Lin Xiaowan's presence had told her that the newcomer was Lin Liyun, a trace of unfamiliarity still unconsciously surfaced in her eyes.
Although their parents had arranged their marriage when they were young, the two had had only a handful of interactions. Thinking back, their last meeting had been during childhood.
Thus, a natural sense of distance and unfamiliarity appeared on Chu Youwei's face. Thinking that the man before her might soon become her husband, she grew far more restrained, her expression faintly