"Young Master Xia."
Gu Yanfei reached out and gestured with a faint smile.
She didn't seem to notice the old man with a long saber outside the pavilion, and was very at ease.
Young Master Xia sat down on a stone bench beside the stone table and looked at her face with interest, as if he was examining her, but also as if his mind had drifted away.
His frozen eyes were filled with indifference toward everything.
Without a word, he took out a plain handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wiped his long fingers in slow movements.
Gu Yanfei took a step closer to him and did not care about his disregard. "Xia Houqing, Young Master Xia Hou."
When the girl smiled, her eyebrows flew up, and her bearing was clear. She had the brightness of a young girl, but there was also a hint of cunning and unrestrainedness.
Xia Houqing's originally calm pupils finally rippled slightly.
