Nian He Offers Cloak, Accepting Affection; Zhao Cheng Carries Su to Find Xue'er

"Lord Jue, Lord Jue, He'er has sewn a cloak for you!"

As soon as Zhao Cheng entered the inner courtyard, Xiao He'er came bounding toward him, holding a cloak in her hands.

Ren Qiu stood behind her, watching with a smile.

Nian He's heart condition was now completely cured, and even her congenitally deformed leg had recovered almost entirely.

If one didn't look too closely, her running was no different from that of any other child.

Her long hair was now black, glossy, and supple, cascading down like a waterfall.

The sickly, fragile pallor of her complexion had been replaced by rosy lips, white teeth, and features as delicate as if carved from jade.

Even when standing next to the young Han Zhuohua, she did not look the least bit disheveled or dim.

She lacked a certain noble air, perhaps, but she had gained the approachable warmth of a girl next door.

Under the doting care of the women, she had become increasingly cheerful, no longer as timid as she once was.

At the same time, she worked even harder, pestering Ren Qiu and the others every day to teach her new skills.

Often, she would cautiously approach Zhao Cheng.

For instance, she would wait at the corner of the garden corridor for his heavy footsteps to draw near, then pretend to be passing by, bowing her head to salute him before hurrying past.

She did this just to test if she would die the moment she got close to him.

Gradually, she discovered that Zhao Cheng was not so terrifying, and she began to secretly leave him little pastries she had made herself.

Of course, she would only sneak her creations onto Zhao Cheng's desk once she had received Chui Yu's approval.

This cloak, however, was the first garment