But he followed the sound of sobbing nonetheless.
The dim pavilions and towers exuded a faint scent, reminiscent of orchids, intoxicating him, as if he had returned to the Xiaoxiang Hall.
A smile unconsciously crept onto his face.
And so, not long after, he arrived at the foot of a rockery.
Rustle rustle...
Rustle rustle...
The sound of flowing water rose in waves.
As he wondered, he saw a graceful figure standing by a stream in the rockery, holding a lantern.
The lantern was red, adorned with a bold 'happiness' character.
Zhang Yuan knew women well enough to determine just from this silhouette that she must be extraordinarily beautiful.
And her beauty was breathtaking.
Merely thinking of this stirred something within him, and he couldn't help wanting to pin her beneath him.
Afterward, he took steps toward her and soon arrived beside the charming silhouette.
Perhaps the night was too serene; his footsteps quickly caught the attention of the figure.
