"I've already scheduled a time with my uncle-in-law. Let's go find him."
Today, Lou Musaang was dressed in an elegant, vintage-style Chinese cheongsam. The richly textured print gave her a scholarly yet graceful air.
Combined with her pale skin and the slenderness caused by her illness, her delicate collarbones were slightly prominent, giving her the fragile charm of a young woman yet to blossom.
As the heir to a National Medical Family, Lou Musaang was meticulous about her well-being, even wearing a specially made herbal sachet. When the breeze stirred, it released a very pleasant fragrance.
"Sister Sang, your scent is very unique."
Wu Ting and Lou Musaang walked shoulder to shoulder, and he caught a whiff of a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance.
Lou Musaang looked at Wu Ting, slightly displeased. His words felt a bit too forward and familiar.
But before Lou Musaang could voice her displeasure, Wu Ting took another light sniff.
