The rain, which had just begun to ease, started to drizzle down again, seeming urgent. Thunder fractured the gloomy sky, wailing like the climax of an epic.
Xu Si, in a white dress, stood in the middle of the room. Her pale, slender hands rested on a chair, her beautiful nails painted a rose color, as she stared unblinkingly at the book.
Ever since the news of Pei Zhen's maritime disaster, she hadn't visited this room. To suddenly see a book of such style, Xu Si was still somewhat surprised. She couldn't believe that Pei Zhen would still be curious about this mysterious discipline. After all, even in his youth, he had never been naive, always possessing a maturity far beyond that of an adult.
Dark-styled architecture usually has one characteristic: gloominess. No matter how clean the entire Xu Mansion was kept, it resembled a haunted house when uninhabited—luxurious yet somewhat eerie.
