Duanmu Nan dressed in white, his long hair slightly tied, the remaining strands cascading over his shoulders, his lips bearing a faint smile, appearing quite cultured and refined.
But this air of leisure and composure was interrupted by Long Yue's cry of "Master."
The place was serene, even the slightest rustle of wind could be heard, let alone Long Yue's urgent and sincere shout, making it impossible for them to feign deafness or ignorance.
His lips twitched slightly as he curiously looked at Long Yue, "Miss, have you mistaken someone?"
"I…" Long Yue opened her mouth, her face full of embarrassment and awkwardness, "I'm sorry, you look very much like my master, so in my urgency…"
"Pfft! I thought you were trying to make connections!"
Qi Jingyu was as sharp-tongued as ever, his words making one feel like hitting him.
"My master left me long ago, my apologies for the offense just now."
