Wang Xian led the woman through several secluded alleys before arriving at the back gate of what had once been the Du Residence.
The moment his foot touched the steps, before he had even entered, he had already begun to regret it.
Or rather, there had been no need for him to bring this woman here at all.
Bao Xiaoqin had no real conflict with Tang Feng, Xuanyuan Que, or the Sunset City Lord's Manor.
She was merely a woman who had happened to appear at that particular time and place. There had been absolutely no need to take her with him.
He had seen that clearly.
Yet only now did he realize he had made a mistake... he should not have gotten so close to the woman behind him.
There was an indescribable aura about her, like invisible threads silently winding around him. By the time he noticed, it was already too late.
How could Bao Xiaoqin possibly know what Wang Xian was thinking at that moment?
She eagerly followed him into the estate through the back gate, her eyes roving everywhere. She looked at the garden's artificial hills and flowing water, its carefully arranged flowers and trees, finding everything novel.
Only then did she gradually realize that this place was far more luxurious than the gardens of any great family in Sunset City.
No, it should have been said that it gave her a feeling she could not put into words.
If someone had boasted before her about how refined and grand their garden was, she would surely have dismissed them with contempt and called them an ignorant idiot who had never seen the world.
But the garden before her was different. It did not simply feel lavish; it possessed something weathered and accumulated, something impossible to describe.