The moonlight, gentle as water, slanted across the courtyard, stretching Yueyao's silhouette beneath the orange glow of a lantern hanging on the gate. The night was tender, and immersed in the moonlight, Yueyao appeared exceptionally gentle and elegant.
Yueyao had stood for a while and began to feel a bit chilly. Night at the Summer Mountain Villa was much colder than in the Capital City, and Yueyao started to worry that she had not brought enough clothes.
Bai Yi, holding a white coat in his hand, draped it over Yueyao: "Miss Lian, this is our lady's coat. Please make do with it for now!"
Yueyao did not refuse it. "Tomorrow, send someone to the Lian Mansion, and have my steward mother pack a few thicker clothes to bring over. She had only brought Xi Yu with her, so she couldn't possibly send her away.
