Qiu Yuanchang stopped outside the study in the southeastern corner of the garden and said respectfully, "Fifth Miss! Young Master Hu is here!"
A voice as gentle as water came from inside. "Thank you for your trouble, Uncle Chang. Please show Young Master Hu in!"
Hearing that voice, Hu Xiaotian felt as though a clear summer spring were trickling into his heart. It was extraordinarily pleasing to the ear. Judging by her voice alone, Li Wuyou ought not to be as hideously ugly as the rumors claimed.
Seeing Hu Xiaotian still standing motionless, Qiu Yuanchang prompted him quietly, "Please go in, young master!"
Only then did Hu Xiaotian come to his senses. With an embarrassed smile, he stepped into the study, where he saw a petite figure sitting by the window with her back to him. The morning light outside outlined her slender, frail silhouette.
Li Wuyou wore a long white dress and sat quietly in a wheelchair. Her beautiful hair fell behind her head like a black waterfall, held together with nothing but a blue hair ribbon. Her clothing and adornments were simple and unpretentious, yet she possessed a refined grace that seemed to rise above the dust of the mortal world.
Li Wuyou slowly turned her wheelchair around. Her features were delicate; although she could hardly be called a peerless beauty, she was certainly pretty and appealing. Her complexion was simply too pale, perhaps because she had spent so long indoors without basking in the sunlight. Her lips were somewhat pale as well. Her eyes looked very large and were the liveliest part of her face. Li Wuyou blinked and quietly studied Hu Xiaotian opposite her.
Hu Xiaotian looked at Li Wuyou too, a friendly smile spreading across his face. "Greetings, Miss Li. I am Hu Xiaotian!"
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