C638 Who Could It be

Though she's been at home all this time.

The gentle breeze carried Chu Jiaxuan's hair that fell in front of her forehead. Her hair fluttered in the wind, and her delicate face was partially visible. Her skin was as white as snow, and her features were picturesque.

Her fair and slender hands were holding a pair of branches and leaves in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other