Pei Qin had just turned around when she was startled.
Old Father Kong's eastern room was rented to a pair of master and servant, said to be a young master who had gone blind and his servant.
Pei Qin had indeed seen the light in their room, smelled the scent of frying medicine, and heard the sound of a medicine bowl being knocked over. After several days of living there, she had yet to see the real person.
She didn't expect to encounter them today.
A boy about fourteen or fifteen years old, with delicate and flawless features, was exceptionally beautiful. Only, his face was thin and pale, and his beautiful eyes were clouded. His hair was somewhat disheveled, and the cotton robe on his frail body seemed a bit too loose, instantly destroying the aesthetic.
Pei Qin stared at him, but the boy walked straight into the kitchen and collided with it.
