That night, atop a pavilion by West Lake, a green lamp flickered in the gentle breeze. Leaning against the windowsill was a stunningly beautiful figure; her gaze constantly searched beyond the pavilion, fixating on the distant lake glistening with shimmering waves.
After a while, another tall figure approached.
"Miss, someone has arrived."
"Who?" Wu Qiyi remained leaning on the windowsill, her chin propped on the back of her hand, staring entranced at the scenic view outside.
Xi Yu paused, then said, "Someone you're not very fond of."
"There are many people I don't care for. Since he has come at this hour, it isn't to see me. Go entertain him and tell him not to bother me."
"Yes."
As Xi Yu turned to leave, she took a few steps, then turned back to add, "What if Grandmother decides to see him?"
