Sang Yuan sprinted all the way home. As he pushed open the courtyard gate, his heart was still pounding wildly.
'He wasn't ready to talk to her yet.'
Yayuan had fifty homes, each one specially designed by a world-class architect, giving every residence its own unique style.
Unlike Ni Bingyan's rustic little courtyard, the Sang family's residence was the crown jewel of the neighborhood. It was not only several times larger than hers, but it also boasted an understated and sophisticated classical Chinese style.
Upon entering through the main gate and passing a brick spirit screen carved with the character for "fortune," one would find an exquisite courtyard. Through a grove of vibrant green bamboo, a corner of a lotus pond was visible.
A few late-blooming lotuses stood tall and graceful, with plump seed pods standing guard beside them like silent knights.
The clear water rippled, and from beneath the drooping lotus leaves, a pair of mandarin ducks emerged.
