At this moment, within the confines of a grand estate that spanned four courtyards, atop the roof of a room in the inner court, two figures, one tall and one short, sat side by side beneath the moonlit eaves.
Zhao Qian'er propped her little hands under her chin, her arms resting on her knees, tilting her little head up, her big, round eyes unblinkingly gazing at the moon rising over the distant sea.
The evening breeze blew, moistening the tips of her hair from her bath.
Zhao Qian'er had already changed from the goose-yellow dress she wore shopping during the day into a light pink nightgown.
The light pink nightgown was thin and fitted, showcasing her petite figure, exceptionally lithe and slender.
On closer thought, although Zhao Rong had called her a little girl, she was actually not that young anymore, her figure resembling a willow branch stretching in the spring breeze.
