Bai Zhi, accompanied by her people, walked away, and the three black-clad figures also silently concealed themselves in the courtyard. Soon, only Zhao Lan and Tong Sanlang were left visibly in the courtyard.
Zhao Lan quickly approached Tong Sanlang, squatted down, and carefully examined his face.
The nose was a nose, the eyes were eyes, every feature was just right, completely matching her aesthetic.
Even now, with his face flushed and veins on his forehead standing out, it did nothing to detract from his handsomeness.
Zhao Lan let out a soft sigh, "Why didn't I meet you sooner?"
If she had met a man like Tong Sanlang who fit her aesthetic earlier, she wouldn't have needed to venture into the Jianghu.
She would have been content to stay with him in the Capital City, leading a stable and peaceful life.