The woman at the front wore a luxurious purple gown embroidered with gold.
She was tall, with a breathtakingly curvy figure and a face of peerless beauty.
At that moment, however, her beautiful eyes were fixed on the direction Zhao Linchuan had gone, her gaze impossibly complicated,
filled with irrepressible excitement, the long-awaited hope of many years, and the agony of being so close yet unable to recognize him,
and, above all, a trace of... a fervent emotion, suppressed for far too long, burning quietly like a flame.
Her red lips parted slightly, as though she wanted to call out to someone. The syllables were almost on the tip of her tongue, but she forced them back with sheer willpower,
until at last they became a barely audible sigh and faded into the still air.
Her slender hand, hanging at her side, clenched into a tight fist without her realizing it.
Just then, another hand, fair as jade and carrying the fresh scent of plants on its fingertips, gently rested on her shoulder.
"He doesn't know us yet." A gentle, tranquil voice rang out.
The speaker was another woman who had appeared behind her.
She wore a water-blue gown with silver trim and wide sleeves, embroidered with lifelike orchids and vines. As she moved, a fresh, leafy fragrance seemed to drift around her.
She was just as beautiful, though her aura was entirely different from that of the purple-clad woman's profound elegance. She seemed serene and otherworldly, like a spirit formed from the essence of all the plants beneath heaven, her gaze clear and accepting.
She gave the woman in purple a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Wait a little longer. Forcing a reunion would only spoil it."
"I can't wait any longer!"
The woman in purple spun around to