Passionate Flowing Water (1)

After Su Miaoxi left, the room returned to silence.

Zhou Wan gently stroked the porcelain teapot with her fingertips. A wisp of green spiritual energy wound around it, and before long, tiny bubbles began to gurgle up from the tea once more. Amid the misty fragrance of tea, she suddenly lifted her eyes. "You've finished hearing the story. Won't Senior Brother come in?"

As soon as she spoke, the bamboo shadows beyond the window stirred. A tall, straight figure lifted the bamboo curtain and silently entered the room. Shen Yuxi's frost-cold face appeared before the tea table.

He was not wearing the sect uniform today, but a spotless white robe instead. His black hair was merely tied back casually, shedding some of the usual chill that kept others a thousand miles away.

Shen Yuxi walked to the seat opposite Zhou Wan and slowly sat down. Zhou Wan smiled faintly, lifted the teapot, and poured him a fresh cup. Steaming tea flowed into the cup, and its fragrance grew richer still.

The junior sisters had not come to practice swordsmanship today. Shen Yuxi guessed that yesterday's events had frightened them, but he did not take it to heart.

He had indeed arrived long ago. He had originally come to discuss something with Zhou Wan, but his timing had been poor, since the youngest junior sister was there as well. He had meant to return another day, yet when he heard Zhou Wan take the initiative to speak of her past, his footsteps stopped of their own accord.

This was something he had to hear.

Zhou Wan's role did not occupy much of the original story.

Yet among her few scenes, some were closely tied to the main plot, while others involved the emotional threads between the characters. Those were precisely what