Ao Qi came amidst the heavy rain.
Standing in the hall, clad in battle armor, tall and upright.
The translucent morning light streamed through the lattice windows, illuminating his figure. Snowflakes that had yet to melt adorned his shoulders, accentuating his heroic and handsome bearing.
"Lady." He bowed in salute.
Feng Yun smiled faintly. "You've come. Sit and let us talk."
Ao Qi looked up at her, his gaze piercing, a slight crease between his brows.
"This humble servant… standing is fine. If Lady has commands, please speak freely."
Feng Yun paused at his words, turned back to look at him.
"How can one drink tea standing? Sit down!"
She adopted the dignity of a senior.
Ao Qi hesitated, then moved with precision and respect to kneel and sit at the lower seat, his posture straight, radiating deference.
Feng Yun couldn't help but laugh.
This was General Ao at thirty years old.
No longer the boy whose ears turned red at the slightest incident.
