The sun was setting in the west, casting a golden hue over the Mystic City. Seated under the willow tree, Jun Wu and Xinyue were having a nice time.
"Young Master, those that wanted to meet will not stop bothering me." Xinyue complained.
"Hahaha. This is what being a manager is." Jun Wu laughed.
Xinyue rolled her eyes but the faint smile on her cherry lips spoke of how happy she was.
A month ago, she was nothing, living in the slum, but now she managed one of the rising pavilions in the city.
Many who once ignored her now bowed their heads and spoke with reverence.
The sneers and dismissive glances of yesterday had vanished, replaced by forced smiles and careful respect.
And all of it was because of him—this boy, no older than her, who stood calmly at her side as though the world itself bent around his presence.
