By the time he arrived at the Pei residence, it was already past one in the afternoon. Looking at the dilapidated old neighborhood, Lin Xiao sighed with emotion.
After all, Pei Donglai was the War God of the Western Region. He had performed countless meritorious services for the country. If he had wanted to, there would have been no need for him to live in such a shabby place. Yet he chose to reside here, which spoke volumes about his noble character.
Standing at the door, he knocked. Soon, the door was opened by a girl of about eighteen or nineteen.
The moment Lin Xiao saw her, he felt as if he'd been frozen in place. A line of poetry immediately surfaced in his mind: "Eyebrows like verdant hills, eyes like autumn waves."
