Ouyang Guiyuan's smile vanished at a visibly fast pace.
The sunlight poured through the lattice-patterned gaps in the carved windows, casting spots and shadows. The sunlight was clear and warm, a golden hue with a transparent texture, making even the dust shimmer.
The young man in front gently placed his bamboo hat on the table and smiled at him.
Under the sunlight, everything seemed as unreal as a dream.
That face was indeed very familiar, just like the last glance he took after deciding that this person must die, while placing the last piece on the chessboard. The corners of the eyes slightly angled downwards, the corners of the lips always seemed to smile, appearing completely non-threatening, forever unperturbed.
