With Housekeeper Zhao by her side, Zhuang Xiaoxi only accompanied her to the door, then didn't follow further.
After returning to Jing Garden, Su Lingzhi spent her time as usual in the backyard.
The mimosa trees in the yard, after a night of wind and rain, showed signs of wilting.
A raindrop followed the vein of a tender leaf and fell on her eyelash.
The moment the splash entered her amber eyes, it was as if a vague light had shone in.
Su Lingzhi's eyes flickered slightly, she instinctively raised her hands, bringing them closer to look, somewhat in disbelief.
She... seemed to be able to see!
Housekeeper Zhao stood at the courtyard gate, calling out to her from afar: "Miss, rain is still hanging on the trees, come inside and rest."
"I..." Su Lingzhi was excited, looking towards the blurred black figure in the distance. Although she could see, she couldn't make out what clothes he was wearing, as if separated by a thick frosted glass, blurred, only a dark shadow.
