After all, the adopted daughter was neither beautiful nor presentable.
"Yes, a poor orphan girl from Yalan Country." However, Yun Xingbo still answered respectfully, observing Mist White's expression carefully but finding it strange.
Indescribably strange, as if surprised, yet thoughtful, but at least showing no signs of ambiguous admiration.
Only then was he relieved, fearing that this gentleman's tastes were unique and that he might take an interest in such a foolish girl, which would leave him at a loss for words.
"Orphan?"
"Yes, she has no relatives left in Yalan Country."
Mist White's graceful fingers brushed across his brows, sighing softly, "Truly pitiful."
As they spoke, they arrived at a forest on the outskirts. The black forest trees towered densely, with a path that wound into the depths of the forest. On a night without starlight or moonlight, it appeared particularly ghostly and eerie.
