Although he didn't know the purpose of Yun Muyao's visit, Fang Han didn't dare to be neglectful. He straightened his robes and walked briskly toward the living room.
Inside the living room, Yun Muyao was dressed in a long, water-blue dress, her face veiled in white silk. Her posture was elegant and poised as she sat quietly, sipping tea.
Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, spilling onto her stunning side profile. She was as cool and aloof as an immortal, possessing a noble air that forbade any profanity.
Above the white veil, her bright eyes were as clear as water, yet unfathomably deep.
"I had to step out for a matter and was unaware of Senior Sister Yun's visit. I hope Senior Sister will forgive me."
Fang Han stepped into the living room, clasping his hands in a salute, his tone carrying the perfect amount of respect.
"Junior Brother Fang, there's no need for such ceremony. It is I who have taken the liberty of visiting."
