Unpredictably, they just collided like that.
Though separated by lush flower shadows and ethereal morning mist, she still couldn't clearly see his appearance. Yet it was enough to discern his ethereal and out-of-this-world aura.
The girl's shyness made her blush, but she still greeted him openly: "Good morning. The wild roses on your garden wall are really beautiful!"
However, the man dressed in white, sitting among the flower shadows and mist remained silent, barely even moving his eyes.
Red flower shadows, white clothes, black hair... sitting there elegantly, perfect as a lifeless jade sculpture. Or—somewhat like a vampire in movies, disdainful of the world.
Shi Nian could only awkwardly back away, waving goodbye.
Living in these old houses were the upper echelons of the city at that time, either high officials or big businessmen. So maybe that person is just the kind of untouchable type? Maybe he really dislikes being observed by a clueless girl like her?
