Suddenly, Ran Yan felt a sour pain at the bottom of her heart, yet she felt inexplicably at peace.
Afterward, she didn't hear clearly what was said next door, she had come in wanting to personally hear about Pei Jing's death, yet in the end, the focus had unexpectedly shifted to Xiao Song.
Ran Yan sat down at the table, and soon, the Servant brought the dishes in.
No sooner had the Servant left than she, feeling no interest in dining and thinking of leaving, heard the door whoosh open and then close, and someone quickly stepped inside. Ran Yan's heart tightened, and as she looked up, she saw that breathtaking face.
Ran Yan had seen many handsome men and beautiful women: Su Fu was coldly handsome, Ran Yunsheng gentle and bright, Qi Ning regal and aloof, but the face before her was somewhere between male and female, with slightly raised, slender eyebrows, eyes full of autumn's spirit, lips shimmering with moisture... flawlessly beautiful, completely exquisite.
