Nine Nether Continent, 8 a.m.
Jialan Imperial Capital
Outside Lin Yi's residence, Ling Yuwei gently knocked on the door:
"Knock knock~"
"Master Lin Yi, are you up?"
At this time, Ling Yuwei was dressed in a tight-fitting white robe with sleeves, beneath which was a gauzy floral skirt.
A delicate bow was tied at her waist with a silver ribbon, her hair cascading down and adorned with a jade hairpin.
Her eyes, like autumn water, looked at the tightly closed door in front of her, her red lips slightly parted:
"You've just arrived here, young master, may I act as your host and show you around?"
Her tone was cautious, as if afraid that the person inside would refuse.
This was not Ling Yuwei's original nature.
Even she didn't know why she became so cautious and careful.
In the past, it was always others who were cautious before her, fearing to upset her,
And now she finally understood that feeling.
Even though Ling Yuwei herself somewhat hated this feeling right now…
