C245 Chapter 245

In the courtyard outside the meditation room stood a tall, lush ginkgo tree.

Sunlight filtered through its twisting, gray-brown branches, drifting softly onto the window and over Lingxiao, tracing her in a cool, delicate outline—beautiful as a painting, like pale jade against a quiet mountain.

Lingxiao lifted her slender wrist, revealing a strip of skin as white as fresh snow