Due to the curtains being drawn across the windows, the entire room appeared somewhat dim.
Wafts of food aroma gently drifted out from the gap under the door.
Three meat dishes, one vegetable, and a soup—the heavenly delicacies crafted by the head chef of the Jingjiang Xu Residence.
The black silk blindfold that had covered Su Jinxuan's eyes had already been removed, her charming peach blossom eyes cast low as she sat beside the wooden table in the side room, delicately picking at the food with bamboo chopsticks.
Xu Yuan had sipped from the Spiritual Spring during his cultivation yesterday, and wasn't hungry yet, so he sat quietly to one side with an amused expression, waiting for her.
Su Jinxuan's movements were gentle, like a lady of a noble household, chewing slowly and deliberately, yet her expression while eating was resolute.
As if she were having a final meal before execution.
