After spending time traveling and exchanging pleasantries, Ran Yan left the Zhang residence late in the morning and immediately rushed to the Tianxiang Tower.
Upstairs in a private room, Ran Yunsheng was reading a book, his slender fingers holding the yellowed scroll while a servant sat by his side, attending to him.
Upon hearing footsteps, he set the book down and saw Ran Yan entering, guided by the waiter, looking travel-worn. He looked up with an indulgently affectionate smile and said, "What's the rush? I'm not busy either, waiting a bit longer wouldn't hurt."
"Wasting someone else's time is shameful," Ran Yan sat down cross-legged at a seat, feeling naturally relaxed in front of Ran Yunsheng who always had the caring and gentle image of the boy next door, though this 'brother' did look rather ethereally beautiful.
Seeing fine beads of sweat on Ran Yan's pale forehead and the tip of her nose, Ran Yunsheng pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe them for her.
