The young man standing at the doorway was handsome and refined, his long, narrow eyes gleaming as if he were a figure straight out of a painting.
The ladies gazed at him, lost in admiration.
Wen Mingzhu's heartbeat thumped even more fiercely; since that brief encounter in the sanatorium's hallway that day, she had not seen him again, but that did not mean his handsome image had faded from her heart in the slightest.
"Master Yao," Wang Feng, who was hosting the tea party, greeted him with great enthusiasm as he approached the door, "What brings you here? Are you looking for someone?"
Everyone exchanged glances, their eyes ultimately resting on the only young person in the room, Wen Mingzhu.
Wen Mingzhu was overwhelmingly bashful.
"I'm not here looking for anyone, just passing by with a group of friends," said Yao Ziye.
Everyone turned and saw several of his tall, handsome companions behind him.
