The teahouse's window opened onto the street, welcoming the morning light into the room.
At this hour, the sun had just risen, the warmth was neither too strong nor too faint, and the light wasn't overly dazzling.
It shone on the girl's pale blue dress inside, soft and bright, leaving no unpleasant spot.
Li Shu moved his gaze from her dress to her face and slowly asked, "Has Miss Qin made up her mind?"
Born into the imperial family, he had been accustomed to beauties since childhood.
In his eyes, only Miss Tang of the Duke Yan Mansion and the Qin Rong before him could be considered truly exceptional.
Tang Jiaojiao's beauty and temperament were as flamboyant and intense, less so in his view than Qin Rong's poised and serene demeanor.
At present, faced with his deliberate pressure, Qin Rong merely furrowed her brows and pursed her lips in thought, her composed demeanor earning even more of his admiration.
