The old maids had built a simple stove and were preparing for lunch.
Yu Youyao did not see Yin Huaixi. Just as she was about to ask the accompanying guards, she heard the sound of hooves outside the canyon. Soon, Yin Huaixi rode into the canyon.
He got off the horse and saw Yu Youyao standing not far away. She had changed into a jade-colored narrow-sleeved top and a green dress. There were small pine leaf patterns embroidered on the dress, and the skirt covered her thin feet as they piled up at her feet. As she walked lightly, the hem of her dress was like a flower. The pleated cornflowers fluttered gently at her feet.
It was like the frost of late autumn thinly covering the pine needles. There was green among white. It was elegant and firm.
Yu Youyao noticed that he had been holding the reins of the horse with one hand and something in the other. She couldn't help but take a closer look.
