"At this season, the willow branches have already sprouted." Zhao Baibi suddenly stopped walking, staring at a willow tree by the river. The tiny green spots on the gray trunk were hard to notice unless one looked closely.
"Indeed," Li Yao replied.
He walked ahead, responding with a word, but his gaze wasn't on the willow tree the woman mentioned. He didn't stop walking, silently gazing into the distance where the city lay.
"The south is indeed much warmer." Zhao Baibi took a couple of skipping steps to catch up, swinging a slender sword like a cane in her hand. "Though this wind is sharp too, it's like a gentle little knife."
Ten years didn't seem to leave much of a mark on her—she indeed grew from a girl into a woman, but her soul seemed to be imprinted the same, her eyes still as they were in childhood, bright, lively, free, as if there'd never be any worries.
But Li Yao had changed a lot.
