At that call of "Lei," Yu Qi'an's old face flushed, his expression impossible to describe.
He hurriedly stood and came before Master Meixi, stretching out his hand as if to take hers. But halfway there, his arm stiffened, and he drew it back again.
In the end, he only smiled and said, "Come sit in the backyard."
He turned and walked ahead. Master Meixi said nothing, following behind him with reddened eyes.
Behind Yu Qi'an, Little Yue'er, and behind Master Meixi, Li Xinyi—the two girls' eyes simultaneously blazed up with a raging fire of gossip.
There was something here. Absolutely something.
Li Chu, on the other hand, appeared calm, but his steps followed very closely. As he passed Little Yue'er, he instructed her, "Receive the guests here for a bit."
"But I..." Little Yue'er said unwillingly.
Li Chu casually patted her on the head, patting the rest of her words back down.
Little Yue'er's mouth flattened in grievance. I want to go watch the excitement too...
You're bullying a fish.
The backyard of Virtuous Cloud Temple.
Beside the stone well, Yu Qi'an and Master Meixi sat facing each other.
He poured two cups of brewed tea, one for Master Meixi and one for himself.
His movements were unhurried, his bearing casual yet touched with quiet elegance, matched with the gentle cool breeze. His robes fluttered, his cloudlike temples swayed, fallen leaves resting on his shoulders; an indescribable otherworldly air radiated from him, impossible to suppress.
For a moment, Master Meixi stared, utterly entranced.
In a daze, she seemed to see... that year, when spring filled the long street, and they rode side by side, the misty rain like a dream. Beneath the eaves, sheltering from the rain, she looked into a pair of deep eyes, like a fine-snow breeze caught