Volume One, Chapter 469
The woman in white glanced at the young master with a light smile. "You certainly have a silver tongue. I don't believe you."
The young master said sincerely, "Miss, you truly misunderstand me. Those words came from the bottom of my heart."
The woman in white smiled. "I'm leaving. I'm not going to pay attention to you anymore."
The young master hurriedly asked, "May I know your name, Miss, and where you live?"
The woman in white looked at the young master with a smile in her eyes. "Why should I tell a stranger like you?"
The young master said apologetically, "I was presumptuous. I wonder whether Miss will come here again tomorrow?"
The woman in white gave a light laugh. "I don't know!"
With that, the woman in white departed with her zither in her arms, leaving only the young master staring at her retreating figure with a face full of infatuation, swearing in his heart that he would have her.
The next day.
The woman in white came here again. Seeing the young master asleep beneath the pavilion, she called out, "Why are you sleeping here?"
The young master said with slight embarrassment, "Because I wanted so badly to see you, Miss, I waited here all day yesterday. Before I knew it, I fell asleep. I'm deeply sorry."
The woman in white's face reddened slightly. "You fool."
The young master said with a smile, "Miss scolds me well. I am indeed a fool."
The woman in white laughed softly. "You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? I made some pastries myself. Would you like to try them?"
The young master bowed. "Then many thanks, Miss!"
The woman in white took out a plate of pastries and handed it to the young master. The young