She walked over to a gooseneck chair outside Qiushui Pavilion and sat down. From this vantage point, the landscape was a seamless blend of mountains and water, the lake shimmering with reflections. A field of lotuses swayed in the wind on the water's surface, while on the shore, a group of young women in splendid, embroidered gowns strolled about. The mountains were beautiful, the water was beautiful, and the people were beautiful as well.
When Song Yexi returned from her meal, she saw Song Yunzhao leaning back in the gooseneck chair, gazing into the distance. In the sunlight, the young woman's smile seemed to glow.
She had always known her cousin was beautiful, but at this moment, she felt this was the most beautiful she had ever seen Yun Zhao.
Song Yexi slowed her pace as she approached, not wanting to disturb the serene beauty of the scene. To her surprise, Yun Zhao turned to look at her anyway, a smile on her face. "Ms. Xi, you're back?" she heard her ask.
