Inside the Marquis's Residence.
The breeze still carried a faint fragrance of flowers.
In the pavilion, Jiang Xiaobai gazed at Li Zhiwei, so close at hand, his heart pounding.
Yes, faced with Li Zhiwei like this, Jiang Xiaobai suddenly understood what it meant to be unable to help himself.
Although her veil still separated them, he experienced for the first time what it meant to want to stop yet be unable to.
So soft, so sweetly fragrant.
Only after a long while did the two... slowly pull apart.
Li Zhiwei sat there, staring blankly at Jiang Xiaobai, clearly not quite back to her senses.
A moment later, Li Zhiwei's little mouth parted slightly.
"Ah!"
With that soft cry, Li Zhiwei finally came to her senses. She scrambled to her feet, stamped her foot, and glared at Jiang Xiaobai.
But though it was supposed to be a glare, her eyes held nothing but bashfulness. "I... I'm not talking to you anymore!"
With that, Li Zhiwei could no longer stay. Gathering up her skirts, she hurried out of the pavilion.
Jiang Xiaobai remained seated, watching her fleeing figure, and couldn't help laughing aloud.
Running away already?
Well, his future wife... really was rather adorable.
Still smiling, Jiang Xiaobai rose and leisurely followed her.
Meanwhile, in the main hall, Jiang Jingcheng and the others were chatting.
The atmosphere seemed pleasant enough when hurried footsteps sounded outside.
Everyone looked up to see Li Zhiwei come jogging in.
Once inside, Li Zhiwei said nothing. She went straight to Li Bingzhang, sat down beside him, and lowered her head.
Everyone present froze for a moment at the sight.
"Hm?"
Li Bingzhang looked at his daughter in surprise. "Weier, why did you come running back alone?"
As he spoke, Li Bingzhang glanced outside again. "Where's Xiaobai?"
"He..."