Yelu Yan watched Li Xianyun from afar, only to see her sitting quietly and obediently on the swing chair, engrossed in her book.
She leaned gently against the back of the chair, holding the book with her pale, delicate hands, the bottom resting on her legs, absorbed in her reading.
A breeze wafted by, lightly lifting the strands of hair at her temple, making her entire being appear calm yet vibrant, strikingly beautiful.
In front of her lay newly turned fields, the outer dark soil having dried a bit, tinged with a faint whitish hue.
Above her towered a tall plane tree, its broad leaves fluttering softly in the breeze, making a quiet "shush, shush, shush" sound.
The scene was as beautiful as a painting, and within this painting, the most captivating was clearly the young girl lost in the pages of her book.
Youlan, seeing Yelu Yan approaching, didn't dare to disturb her and executed a curtsy before silently retreating.