The house isn't big; the door is just a narrow panel, unpainted, showing the natural gray and white of the wood, appearing fresh and unique.
The eaves of the door aren't decorated either, only covered in lush green vines, full of vitality.
Beyond the door, faintly one can hear the crisp chirping of birds.
Without seeing anyone, the place already feels extraordinarily beautiful beyond the mundane world.
Could this be the main character's grandeur?
She was still brewing lines for her first meeting with the main character in her head, but Miss Tang had already taken two to three steps to the door, and without any preambles, raised her hand to knock.
With one knock, Miss Tang's exquisite delicate hand hit nothing but air.
The door swung open unexpectedly.
In that instant, the air froze.
Tang Xiaobai looked up, stunned.
"Are you two ladies here for Ah Jing?" The woman's voice was clear and gentle, like a stream filled with falling petals in the mountains.
