The weather in May was already very sultry. There wasn't even a trace of wind. The willow trees at the entrance of the Bai Mansion were all wilted by the fierce sun. The whole willow tree was hanging down dejectedly, not moving an inch.
"Young Master Soong, why don't you go back to the manor and wait there. It's really too sunny outside, I'm afraid I'm going to burn you."
Bai Fu stood at the side of the door, wiping the sweat on his forehead, and advised sincerely.
In front of him stood a young man in a red brocade suit, leaning casually against the door frame with one hand and waving a silk fan with the other. His hair was flying in the air.
"Can't you ladies have the appearance of a lady? "Which married girl goes out like this every day?"
Soong Yiqing's words were full of complaints.
He had come three times. For the entire three days, he came here every day but he did not run into Bai Zheng even once.