The door and windows of the central room were open. When the wind blew, pink peach blossom petals drifted inside to scatter over the floor.
Little Yuanbao showed Feng Wu into the central room. He moved very carefully, as if he was worried that he might take a wrong step.
"Master, Miss Feng is here —"
When Master Linghu was around, little Yuanbao straightened his boyish face and kept his expression as solemn as possible.
Master Linghu was looking out the window with his back to Feng Wu.
Before Master Linghu said anything, little Yuanbao left the room.
The air seemed hushed, and one could almost hear the sound of the breeze.
"Master Linghu —" Feng Wu bowed.
The man turned around and met Feng Wu's eyes.
Even someone who had seen the world like Feng Wu couldn't help but jump a little when she saw him.
What a face!
