It was unknown whether it was deliberately arranged or a true coincidence, but the lounge, separated from the main hall by only a thin gauze curtain, had remained undisturbed. The vast space was quiet, providing the two with enough private space.
The night was humid and heavy. The man's jealous murmurs were too indistinct for Xu Si to hear clearly, and they slipped away one by one.
Xu Si furrowed her brows, wanting to see who the man was. She slowly opened her eyes; her vision was still unfocused, with a slight double image.
First, it was indeed a man, with uniquely silver-white hair.
Second, he was very tall; even seated, one could sense his true height.
Finally, the man bore a striking resemblance to Pei Zhen.
No, not just resembled... It was clearly Pei Zhen!
Their gazes met.
Caught off guard, Xu Si's heart trembled. She blinked, then placed the half-spilled sobering tea on the edge of the table.
