If things were as that fellow had said, and a pot of Peach Blossom Brew was no worse than Sunset Red Dust, then why spend five hundred spirit stones to taste that legendary cup of immortal brew?
People were fickle. But if Wang Xian truly changed his mind that day and stood her up, would she get angry?
Would she go to Cloud Dream Lake again and cause trouble for that fellow?
Yet she never could have imagined it...
The instant she followed the maid into the rear garden of the Golden Treasure Pavilion, she froze in shock.
There was someone extra in the garden pavilion, though no one knew when he had arrived.
Thinking him an honored guest invited by Li Xiangxiang, the maid showed no alarm.
She quietly placed the pastries, fruit, and a pot of spirit tea on the table, then turned and left, her steps as light as a fallen leaf.
Li Xiangxiang, however, was utterly startled.
She saw that the fellow in the pavilion was not looking at her. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, as though listening to the wind.
Or perhaps smelling the lingering floral fragrance in the garden.
And it was as though she were seeing this person for the first time, as if a flower had grown on his face—a flower she had never seen before.
For no other reason.
It was simply because this fellow was clearly blind, yet he carried a faint trace of a woman's fragrance.
A woman's fragrance that was both familiar and strange.
In that flash of lightning, Li Xiangxiang was startled, as though she had remembered something...
A look of surprise surfaced on her face, only to vanish in the blink of an eye, like a reflection rippled by the wind on a lake's surface