Chapter 337 - lateral consort Only
Walking out of the courtyard, Song Shujin stared at his hands for a long time. The soft touch just now was still on his palms, and three words were hooting in his mind.
It was different.
Yun Qingyan had been doted upon to the point that his ten fingers were not touched by the Yang Spring Water. Usually, the young talents of the influential families would have ways to keep their hands soft without a single bit of callus, but Yun Qianliang's ten fingers were slender, his joints were distinct and strong, and it was unthinkable that someone else's hand would break in an instant. It was as if she had trained in the sword for a period of time, causing a thin cocoon to form on his palm.