"Imperial Sister, are you feeling better now?" Zheng Congyuan glanced at Zheng Tianxin. He never tried to guess her actions because they were unpredictable—she acted impulsively, never using her mind to think things through.
She came and went as she pleased, like now, taking a boat to board his, perhaps on a whim, utterly without a method to follow.
"You don't have to pretend to care if you're not interested, Fu Xun. What are you looking at?" Zheng Tianxin sensed that the moment he had walked in, Zheng Congyuan's mood seemed different.
Zheng Congyuan turned around with an unpredictable expression, not caring what Zheng Tianxin was looking at, and fiddled with the brush and ink spread on the table.
Zheng Tianxin glanced at the boat of Zheng Haoyuan, which was half the size of Zheng Congyuan's. Only when she saw Zheng Nianru standing at the bow did she feel relieved. Indeed, he had come, and Zheng Haoyuan had moved quickly.