Chunlan looked at Luo Shu and Lu Hanmo with a hint of guilt. She had casually arranged the seats, never imagining it would leave them in such a predicament. Now, it was impossible to help them switch seats; doing so would guarantee her a miserable fate.
Luo Shu and Lu Hanmo seemed entirely unaffected by the gazes cast their way, chatting and sipping tea at their leisure. For them, this position was optimal—it allowed for a close observation of the two individuals.
The young city lord glanced at Luo Shu and Lu Hanmo, a playful smile flickering in his mesmerizing, peach-blossom-shaped eyes. Their behavior either indicated obliviousness or a deliberate disregard for his presence.
While the young city lord was observing Luo Shu and Lu Hanmo, on the other side, Young Lord Li was also quietly watching the pair. He found them rather intriguing.
The sound of the zither flowed softly, like spring water cascading forth—pure, melodious, irresistibly captivating.
