Night fell. The moon was veiled, and with the gentle breeze of the spring breeze, the stars seemed to have the fragrance of peach blossoms.
In a corner of Beijing, the two of them sat opposite each other in the small courtyard. Steam slowly rose, blocking their gazes.
"I didn't expect it to be you." The bottom of the cup touched the stone table with a crisp sound, breaking the silence of the night sky and the silence between the two of them.
Lin Qingyuan looked across quietly at Lin Qingdai, whom he had ignored all along. Killing intent flashed across his eyes, but in the end, he calmed down.
In the ten years that Jun Shiling and Xia Wanyuan had disappeared, he had thought that the Jun family would completely sink. Who would have thought that the young child of the Jun family would barely hold on for so many years? Seeing that he was about to collapse, Jun Shiling actually returned.