Inside the Chancellor's Residence.
Li Zhiwei sat in the courtyard, her cheek propped on her hand, staring blankly at the painting on the table.
The painting depicted two people, a man and a woman.
The man stood beside a pavilion, while the woman lowered her head, her veil hanging softly.
Though drawn with only a few sparse strokes, it possessed an indescribable beauty.
As Li Zhiwei sat there, her cheeks grew hotter and hotter.
Yes, the scene of Jiang Xiaobai kissing her that day had kept springing into her mind over the past few days.
It appeared in her dreams, while she ate, and even while she painted or wrote.
Even... when she chatted with other people, it would appear!
"Miss!"
Just then, Qingyi came over with a cup of tea and set it beside the table.
When Qingyi saw the painting on the table, she smiled with pursed lips. "Miss, if you miss Heir Jiang, why not go see him yourself?"
"If you keep this up, you'll fall sick with lovesickness!"
"Xiao Yi!"
Li Zhiwei came back to her senses and shot Qingyi an embarrassed glare. "Who says I miss him?"
As she spoke, her voice grew noticeably quieter. "I... I was thinking... thinking about something else!"
"Oh?"
Qingyi's smile deepened. "Then what were you thinking about, miss?"
"I..."
Li Zhiwei was momentarily at a loss for words. Finally, she huffed. "I don't want to say!"
At that, Qingyi couldn't help giggling. Then she glanced outside and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, Heir Jiang! What brings you here?"
Huh?
Hearing this, Li Zhiwei immediately stood up.
But when she looked beyond the courtyard, she found no one there.
"Xiao Yi!"
Realizing she had been tricked, Li Zhiwei flushed crimson. "You're so annoying!"
"Hehe, and you just said you didn't miss