"Hmm?"
Ye Ruxue was transfixed and looked over her shoulder.
A white-robed man was slowly walking toward the pavilion by the lake.
He was tall and slender, his clothes fluttering in the wind. His every move contained the Dao spirits of heaven and earth, like a banished immortal descending from heaven to the mortal world.
"Greetings, Miss Ye, and Miss Xiao Yu," Su Chen said amiably.
His gentle voice was like a spring breeze.
When he was not far away, he heard the conversation between the two of them and already knew who they were.
"Young…Young Master Su, you're too polite! I... I'm just a maid…"
Xiao Yu stood on the spot and lowered her head in panic.
Although she could say whatever she wanted in front of Ye Ruxue, she was still very reserved in front of Su Chen.
After all, there was an apparent identity disparity between them.
"Young Master Su, it's so late. Why are you here?"
