Time quietly passed in the small courtyard.
Since Li Hao and Bian Ruxue returned to the manor after the temple fair, they hadn't gone out again, quietly waiting for that day to arrive.
On ordinary days, Bian Ruxue practiced her sword in the courtyard, focusing on the essence of the sword rather than the moves. If she practiced the moves, the power would be too fierce and could cut away the last traces of autumn in the courtyard.
After finishing her sword dance, the girl looked back at the pavilion.
But the pavilion was empty; the boy who used to be there was no longer in sight.
In her clear eyes, which were as pure as fresh snow, a hint of sadness and disappointment appeared, but it quickly faded as she returned to her sword training.
Meanwhile, in the Li family ancestral hall, Li Hao could often be seen. He would find Fifth Uncle to play chess or go to the Listening Rain Pavilion, where he would casually open a book and sit for an entire day.
The date was getting closer, with only ten days left.
One day, Li Hao took out a painting board from his room that hadn’t been touched for half a month, preparing to paint the last deep autumn leaves by the pond.
Suddenly, a figure rushed into the courtyard; it was Li Yuanzhao.