He took her to the garden of a quiet and serene mansion, located at the outskirts of the town.
The spring night, the flowers and the trees gently reflected the moon's silver shimmer as the chirping crickets burst into song. She caught sight of an exquisite sign above the festooned door reading: The Gu Garden. The calligraphy was filled with antiquity and vigor, reflecting the calligrapher's exceptionalism and superior skills.
"Where are we?" She blinked and asked.
A figure wearing a black traditional chinese-style jacket emerged from the flagstone pavement in the depths of the Gu Garden holding a simple and unsophisticated lantern before Li Lei could reply. As he walked closer, Xia Ling got a clearer view and realized he was a refined white-haired middle-aged man. He wore a pair of half-frame horn rimmed glasses with the other half lined with metallic silver.
"Oh, it's Second Young Master Li, what a rare sight." He greeted Li Lei, beaming.
