"Yes."
Feistin remained expressionless and made a gesture of invitation.
"Please follow me."
...
The two moved to the study.
As the door to the study opened, the copper candleholders in the corner automatically lit up, casting a soft and heavy light into the dim room.
Luo Yan noticed a deeply styled and realistic oil painting hanging on the study's wall—it was Feistin's own.
Unlike the magic photos in Mia's room, this painting was static, and judging by the use of paint and the composition with a strong sense of space, it should be the work of a master.
Feistin closed the door and casually waved, making the curtains automatically fall, isolating this space from the corridor's noisy chatter.
He didn't start talking immediately but stood in front of the wine cabinet, pouring two glasses of deep red wine, then handed one to Luo Yan.
"I guess you need some."
"Thank you."
