Her features were delicate, a completely different type from Yan Zhiyi's. His features were more sculpted, while the woman before him had smaller, more refined features.
But on closer inspection, there were still many similarities between them.
Her glossy black hair spilled like ink. Perhaps because she was often shut in her room without seeing the sun, her skin was as white as jade.
Her face was dignified and lovely, her eyes like autumn waters.
When she saw Xia Shule, a faint smile touched her lips, and she looked radiant and ethereal.
It was hard to imagine that everyone at the Yan Residence looked terrified whenever they mentioned her. Nothing about the woman before him matched those frightened expressions.
"Zhi... Sister Zhishu?" Xia Shule asked hesitantly, looking well-behaved.
Yan Zhishu's smile deepened. Her voice was a little hoarse from frequent shouting, but she spoke gently. "That's me."
Xia Shule froze, unsure how to react for a moment.
His reaction seemed to amuse Yan Zhishu. She lightly covered her mouth and laughed. "Hehe~ Come sit here."
She pointed to the empty seat beside her.
Xia Shule jogged over and sat beside Yan Zhishu. This close to her, he could smell a delicate fragrance on her.
She's so young, Xia Shule couldn't help marveling. By rights, Yan Zhishu was about his mother's age, yet she looked so young.
"Are you Lele?" Yan Zhishu asked gently, looking at him as though he were her own son.
Xia Shule was stunned. "How did you know!?"
I've never met Yan Zhiyi's sister, not even once. Or... did the people taking care of her tell her about me?
"You're already married to my younger brother. Wouldn't it be strange if I didn't know you?" Rather than answering directly, Yan Zhishu asked him a question.
That question