Then, she lifted the curtain and saw that woman reclining at the teahouse, watching the gentle rain by the window.
Unexpectedly, it wasn't a child, nor a maiden, but someone in between a young woman and mature woman in appearance and demeanor.
Half losing the purity of her youth, yet not having the worldly knowledge of adulthood, she was like a pond that seemed clear at a glance, yet actually bottomless.
If a Zen Master can make a lotus bloom in his own world, then Xie Tingyongxue is that eternal, solitary ice, never allowing life to thrive.
It's the same now.
Qin Yu's brow twitched as he hugged Jiaojiao, gripping the small door and obediently asked, "Ancestor Master Granny, may I come in?"
Jiaojiao and Blood Dragon were very surprised, hadn't forgotten? Impossible!
Xie Tingyongxue turned her face but said nothing, just hooked her finger.
Hmm, you think we can be beckoned just like that with a finger?
Blood Dragon: You all can.
