Outer Peak's small courtyard.
Sunlight filtered through the dusty windows, like fine golden dust, dancing in the air.
The light shone on that plain and simple wooden table.
Seated by the table was a man and a woman, the woman's face was like a meticulously crafted artwork, her skin as delicate as curd.
A pair of almond eyes sparkled with lively light, her eyebrows gently raised with a hint of a smile.
Her slender fingers still pointed at herself.
Opposite her was a somewhat composed man, whose middle-aged face bore the marks of time.
His eyes revealed a bewildered expression, as if he had encountered something terrifying.
Gu An looked at the person before him, took a deep breath and said: "Senior, what did you just say?"
"You didn't hear it clearly?" Chu Meng picked up some peanuts and said casually.
Gu An swallowed and said: "Didn't hear it clearly."
