She passed through the door the inspection matron had pointed to and stepped out into a lush landscape. Fine trees grew in abundance, and exotic flowers bloomed in a riot of color. A green stream meandered into the distance, blending with the mountains and rockeries. A covered corridor snaked through the scenery like a ribbon, and from beneath it came the faint, clear sound of water trickling between stones.
It was truly a picturesque place. She liked it the moment she saw it.
Song Yunzhao's smile held a hint of delight. Soon, she heard footsteps approaching. She glanced back and saw that Song Qinghan was the first to emerge.
Her smile vanished, and she averted her gaze.
Even a blade of grass on the ground was a thousand times more pleasant to look at than Song Qinghan's face.
Song Qinghan was so incensed by Song Yunzhao she could have dropped dead on the spot. 'What is the meaning of this?'
