Yun Rong stepped forward and smiled gently at her. "Princess, it's been a long time."
Sang Luo looked up at him. The young man always seemed to be surrounded by medicinal herbs, and he carried their faint, bitter scent...
It wasn't that she hadn't imagined meeting the younger Yan, but when the moment actually arrived, she was still lost in a daze, her heart aching with a sour pang.
Seeing that she was silent, Yun Rong reached out and ruffled her hair, his smile fond and indulgent. "Wan'er, what are you spacing out for? Have you forgotten me after all this time?"
"No." Sang Luo forced a smile.
Yun Rong hadn't accepted the Princess's advances, but their relationship was still quite good, and they could be considered something like childhood friends.
"I never knew you were Doctor Xiu's direct disciple."
