He handed the telescope to someone nearby and pointed out, "Look for the pavilion, a woman just walked in there."
Following his direction, the man searched for the pavilion. As there were several pavilions in the inner courtyard, it took him a full minute before he exclaimed excitedly, "Is she the one in the pink cheongsam?"
"Yes!"
"I really saw her. She is sitting in the pavilion, leaning over the railing, with a paper umbrella set down beside her feet. So beautiful, just like a water ink painting. It's a pity I can't see her face, she must be very beautiful, right?"
With a slight squint, Gu Shaocheng walked over in three steps and snatched the telescope out of the man's hand. His gaze passed over the towering ancient trees, the mottled walls, the delicate well, and finally locked onto the angelic woman they were describing.
"This is unbelievable, who is that woman?" Gu Shaocheng muttered to himself.
