Her gaze, as clear as water, like the tinkling of a winter spring, could see the pebbles at the riverbed; his gaze, deep as an abyss, like a thousand-year-old deep lake, the surface calm yet revealing nothing within, only a shattered wave of starlight.
Her gaze was too pure, so pure it seemed it could reflect one's inner heart. Gong Leitian's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked away, masking his thoughts with a composed expression.
Mu Qiuniang's eyes shifted for a moment, as if she thought of something but remained silent and continued sipping her tea.
"Being casual doesn't equate to offense; it's treating oneself as an insider. Alright, your Master's ways, I never stayed long in the Master, I'm not clear about it, just be yourself. Do whatever makes you comfortable," Jiang Nuo continued, "Actually, we invited you over this time because there's something we'd like your help with!"
