The two of them sat on the third floor of Tengyun Building, looking at the courtyard below.
The courtyard was a high platform, where a group of graceful women danced on the square round stage.
They wore thin, light veils, their skin faintly visible.
Their bodies resembled willow branches, swaying with the wind.
The soft and pleasant singing and music drifted gently, and their graceful figures danced lightly with it, their every movement filled with endless charm.
It made one reminisce about youthful days, as if vowing eternal love by the river with a beloved.
Chu Zhiyuan seemed enthralled by their dance, staring at their willow-like bodies, not blinking for a moment.
Chu Honglin, on the other hand, didn't pay much attention, his gaze wandering, finally retracting it as he chuckled, "If you really like it, why not bring them home?"
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, "It's fine to admire occasionally, but bringing them home would quickly tire me. What's the point?"
