There wasn't a hint of amorousness in his eyes—only pure appreciation and praise.
Wei Liru snatched the handkerchief back and walked away, her head held high.
In truth, Wei Liru didn't care for auspicious birds like phoenixes or mandarin ducks at all. She just liked ducks.
Chi Rui's compliment went straight to her heart.
When she was a child, Madam Wei and her teachers had all taught her to be poised and virtuous. She became a paragon among the noblewomen of the Lin'an families, but this also meant she had to abandon her "inferior" tastes—like secretly embroidering her beloved ducks away from prying eyes.
But just as Wei Liru reached the doorway, she ran into a drunken Wei Tongyou. Her fourteenth sister clung to her, sobbing and complaining for some time.
From Wei Tongyou's fragmented words, she pieced together what had happened. Wei Liru called a few maids to get Wei Tongyou settled before returning to her own courtyard.
