Zi Jin looked on at Jun Wu, seemingly unable to understand what the youth before her eyes was thinking in his mind even more. Zi Jin had a feeling, that even if she opened her mouth to ask more about it, she wouldn't get the answer that she wanted.
Curling both her legs close, her arms wrapped around her knees, Zi Jin looked at the side of Jun Wu's face, quietening herself down.
It was the Pure Grace Palace Lord's birthday and the Pure Grace Palace had buntings and lanterns hanging everywhere, in celebration of the Palace Lord's upcoming birthday early before it arrived.
