"Aunt Hong, I'm not exactly sturdy, and I don't know how to charm girls. Let's not waste her time..."
"She's the niece of my coworker's cousin's aunt. Pretty, sweet, and she really liked your photo. I've arranged for you to meet at the café. Go meet her. Right now."
Aunt Hong made the final call and watched him every step of the way, personally escorting him into the café.
The reserved table was by the window.
Distracted, Xiao Qinghe glanced aside.
Unexpectedly, he caught sight of a peach tree beside the café, its blossoms swirling through the air.
A breeze swept past, gently stirring the branches laden with peach blossoms.
Petals drifted down, settling on the shoulders of the person beneath the tree.
Dressed all in white, he stood tall and graceful, his bearing unparalleled.
He held a bouquet of gorgeous peonies in his arms, saying nothing, simply waiting in silence.
As though he had waited like this hundreds, thousands of times before.
Sensing Xiao Qinghe's gaze, he raised his head slightly, and their eyes met across the distance.
Xiao Qinghe's heart skipped a beat.
He could not explain why, but the scene felt so familiar.
As though, in an instant, he had returned to those three peaceful years in the system.
His master, with his ink-black hair and white robes, had been as ethereal as an immortal.
Whenever he turned around, he could always see his master standing quietly there, watching him from afar.
His gaze had been gentle and indulgent.
As though he had been watching for a very, very long time.
"Master..."
Xiao Qinghe's throat tightened, a thousand emotions welling in his heart.
As if their hearts were connected, the man seemed to sense his soft call from afar.
He smiled faintly, his expression beneath the peach