It's like a long-dried pond once again introduced to fresh water.
At this moment, as if sensing something, the three women suddenly turned their heads, their beautiful eyes wide as they looked towards the deep, dark pathway where a swing appeared.
In that darkness, a young scholar in white, adorned with a jade crown, walked over with a smile.
He held a delicate jade gourd in one hand and rested the other on the new scabbard at his waist.
Behind him, a man entirely clad in green carrying a sword followed.
However, at this moment, the three women's attention was clearly not on the latter; the old bystander was used to this.
"Husband!"
"Ziyu!"
"Brother Rong!"
The three women almost simultaneously exclaimed with joy, tears of happiness welling up as they rushed towards Zhao Rong, who was ten steps away.
However, as the three women rushed several steps forward, a rather awkward situation occurred.
