Zuo Xiangning had suspected it was Zuo Xiangyun upon seeing the few characters on the letter yesterday.
But now, seeing Zuo Xiangyun in person, she was still incredibly shocked.
"Let's talk over there," Zuo Xiangyun said, pulling her hat brim down again before Zuo Xiangning could respond, turning and walking towards the Gong Yue Tea House.
Zuo Xiangning followed her with pursed lips to a private room on the second floor of the Gong Yue Tea House.
Once inside the room, Zuo Xiangning closed the door and asked urgently, "Have you gone mad? Why are you still in the capital?"
"I have just returned from the north," Zuo Xiangyun said, removing her cloak's hood to reveal her small face, both red and dry.
Zuo Xiangning grabbed her hand.
Zuo Xiangyun's palm was plump and soft, looking quite lovely to Zuo Xiangning, but Zuo Xiangyun herself found her own hands hideously ugly.