The Qiao Residence, inside the rockery pavilion.
Clear water flowed before the pavilion, the green stones picturesque. The man and woman standing within possessed a spirit and elegance that no painting could capture.
Li Chengxun was dressed in his usual white robes. Sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, casting their patterned shadows upon his garments.
Ji Qingwu turned to the side to face him and said softly, "Mr. Li, I must first apologize to you."
At her apology, his tone became distant and cold. "Miss Ji, whatever you decide, you have no need to apologize to me."
Ji Qingwu's gaze shifted from his refined profile to his fingers, which were curled at his sides.
'He clearly cares a great deal, yet he's pretending to be indifferent.'
She cleared her throat and spoke again. "I just came from seeing Madam Qiao. I heard that you have already agreed to the marriage proposal between us."
