She was already in her forties, but thanks to her good upkeep, the years had barely left any traces on her face, and she remained youthful and elegant.
Ye Wuwei was thin, his face a sickly pale color. He was handsome with a profound scholarly air about him as if he had stepped out of a painting. Despite his advanced age, he looked astonishingly young.
The pair seemed very well-matched as they sat face to face engrossed in their game of chess. The Lingzhi Double Ear Incense Burner next to them wafted fragrant plumes in the air, illuminating their striking appearances and making them look like a pair of immortals in a world of their own.
Gu Junzhu looked at them and sneered.
Just goes to show that faces can be deceiving.
Just by looking at their appearances, who could imagine that these two stunning individuals were rotten to the core, cold-hearted, cold-blooded? They had tossed away Ye Xiaobei, whom they had raised for five years, as if he were nothing.
