Two people arrived at the garden of the base and sat in a small pavilion, where Gu Tao lowered his head and fished out a handful of sunflower seeds from his trouser pocket.
"Forgot to take them out the last time I did laundry," said Gu Tao, popping one into his mouth, "They're a bit damp."
Jing Yuan cocked her head, observing this peculiar man.
Truly, she had never seen anyone so peculiar. He was intelligent, wise, and even possessed a bit of foresight that only those important figures would have. The things she pondered over laboriously, he could effortlessly perfect, proposing ideas and suggestions that were lively and unconventional. If she just considered his work, without regard to the man himself, the image in her mind was of an elegant man, carefree as the drifting clouds, full of wisdom, a sage within arm's reach who possessed the whole world.
