In the tranquil and modest courtyard, Han Jiaxue, dressed in a long skirt that had characteristics of Hanfu but was more simple and refined, sat under a tree drinking tea, exuding an air of allure and charm.
"It seems that Miss Linyin has been persuaded by the commander, and now she has already gone to help her with something," said a voice.
Her delicate hands, gently pinching the handle of the teacup, were as exquisite as white jade, evoking sympathy. Even at forty, Han Jiaxue, who had undergone genetic optimization, still looked like a beautiful woman in her twenties, except with countless more grace and elegance than a girl of that age.
After sipping her tea, she let out a gentle, long sigh, and said, "Linyin is still the same, isn't she?"
