The crimson candle flickered. They looked at each other, speechless.
Zhou Yuantong didn't know where to begin, and to her, their relationship was rather awkward.
Zhu Ju, however, was on guard, choosing to react to changes as they came rather than making the first move.
In the candlelight.
Zhou Yuantong's complexion was fair with a rosy undertone, so delicate it looked like it would bruise at a touch. Her sculpted features were profound and timeless.
Upon closer inspection, one could also perceive a kind of innate charm within her heroic features.
Outer Saint Inner Charm?
This seemed to be one of the facial types highly praised by the Joyful Sect. No wonder she held such a respected position within it.
After a long while, it was the host of this place who broke the silence.
"Um..." Zhou Yuantong gave a dry laugh.
"It's been seven or eight years since we last met, hasn't it?"
"Yes," Zhu Ju nodded.
