The next day, dawn was just breaking.
Lin Daiyu arrived at Jia Huan's residence carrying gifts.
As she passed Wang Xifeng's courtyard, she saw Ping'er supporting Wang Xifeng as she walked with a limp.
"Sister Feng, what's wrong?" Lin Daiyu hurried over and asked with concern.
Ping'er pressed her cherry-red lips together.
Wang Xifeng's cheeks were rosy and radiant. Without a moment's hesitation, she said:
"I was so delighted to receive the title of eighth-rank Imperially Invested Lady yesterday that I accidentally strained my back."
Lin Daiyu was observant indeed. Noticing that both Sister Feng's legs were trembling, she knitted her brows and said:
"It looks rather serious. Shouldn't you take some medicine?"
"It's nothing." Wang Xifeng hastily waved off the suggestion, her phoenix eyes brimming with amusement.
"Don't you worry your little head over it. A couple more days of rest will put me right."
Seeing how healthy her complexion was, Lin Daiyu felt reassured and headed to the residence next door.
In the Warm Chamber, Qingwen woke Jia Huan.
After dressing and washing, Jia Huan entered the guest room.
"Brother Huan, you leave early and return late. I could only come and disturb your sweet dreams."
Lin Daiyu smiled playfully and handed him a box, saying with care:
"This is a perfume sachet I sewed myself, along with a jade pendant I chose especially for you. I hope you won't dislike them."
Jia Huan opened the box. A delicate fragrance wafted from the sachet, and the jade pendant was crystal clear.
"I like them very much." After accepting them, he studied Daiyu's face. Her snow-white skin now had a healthy flush, her eyes and brows were full of vitality, and her entire bearing had been transformed. She looked delicate, beautiful, and gracefully poised.
"Have you recovered completely?"
Lin