Outside the residence of Liu Quer, who was Luo Bai's good Senior Sister, Ying Ming Hao, disguised as Fake Luo Bai, appeared there once more, humming a little tune unhurriedly.
"Open up quickly, Senior Sister Qu'er~ It's me, Luo Bai!"
As he spoke, Ying Ming Hao began to pound heavily against that somewhat antiquated door, and a rhythmic clattering echoed from outside, as if painting a portrait of his eager mood at that moment.
Upon hearing the knock, Liu Quer, who had been leisurely sipping tea and admiring the scenery in the courtyard, furrowed her brow slightly, yet still responded softly, "Coming."
With that, she stood up promptly and walked with brisk steps toward the main entrance.
Accompanied by a faint rustling sound, the tightly closed doors slowly swung open, revealing a woman with a graceful figure and an aloof disposition-she wore a snow-white qipao dress, the hem fluttering gently in the breeze;
on her feet were a pair of white embroidered shoes, on her hands she wore white silk gloves, and a pendant hung from her right ear.
Those beautiful eyes were as mysterious and unfathomable as the deep night sky, yet carried a transcendent detachment and a sense of alienation;
while the shoulder-length short hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall added an extra touch of uninhibited casualness to her.
As for that exquisite visage, her skin surpassed snow and her brows were painted like pictures, astonishingly breathtaking like an immortal descending to the mortal realm.
At this moment, Ying Ming Hao had long since been captivated by the beautiful sight before him, unable to stop his eyes from widening and his jaw from dropping slack, almost letting drool spill out.
Yet Liu Quer, noticing his utterly uncomposed appearance on the side, instantly caught a flicker of