Her steps were light, very steady.
Zhao Lingfei crossed the small houses where the Academy students lived, walking in the alley, getting closer and closer to that familiar house, so close that if she slightly raised her eyes now, she could already see its courtyard gate and roof.
But she didn't look up, still with an unchanged expression on her face, staring straight ahead. Her lotus steps did not cease, maintaining a consistent rhythm.
At some point along the way, the shadow of the beautiful woman in white with autumn eyes passed by a splendidly decorated house, from inside of which the sounds of laughter from Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying briefly travelled out, followed by noises of tables and chairs being shuffled.
It seemed that these two scholars were getting up to tidy things and walking towards the yard gate of the house, as if they were about to leave. Without the cover of distance, they would surely have seen her in white quietly passing by the gate.
