There were three rooms in the courtyard, each facing a different direction.
The room in the middle was spacious; one glance was enough to tell that it was the courtyard's master bedroom.
Gu Ningyun slowly pushed the door open.
A room full of calligraphy and paintings greeted her eyes.
Gu Ningyun was puzzled. This place somehow gave her a deeply familiar sense of closeness.
But she quickly dismissed it, because there was indeed no such place in her memories.
Gu Ningyun walked over to a bookshelf, calmly drew out a set of bamboo slips, and examined them closely.
Suddenly, a voice filled with astonishment rang out nearby.
She instinctively turned and saw Lie Wushuang staring at a painting, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Little Yun! Why is there a portrait of you here?"
Gu Ningyun's hand paused involuntarily around the bamboo slips. Then she returned them to their original place and walked toward Lie Wushuang.
Following Lie Wushuang's gaze, Gu Ningyun saw the portrait that had startled her.
A woman stood gracefully beneath a pear blossom tree, a faint smile on her lips. Her eyes shimmered like rippling water, as though she were gazing intently at something.
The woman's beauty was breathtaking, untainted by worldly dust-a rare sight even in this vast world.
Of course, none of that was why Lie Wushuang was astonished.
What mattered most was that the woman in the painting bore an eighty-percent resemblance to Gu Ningyun.
The woman in the painting merely seemed a little older than Gu Ningyun, giving her a mature charm Gu Ningyun lacked, while she possessed less of Gu Ningyun's delicate elegance.
Judging by their bearing alone, one could still tell them apart.
Gu Ningyun stared fixedly at the painting, her hands trembling slightly. It seemed the information from the Ghost