A cup of tea had been placed on the table. Its contents had long since cooled.
Chen Changsheng quietly sat in the chair. He clearly did not intend to speak first.
It was just like that year. It seemed like nothing had changed.
In truth, everything had changed ages ago.
That young Daoist who was entering the capital for the first time so that he could end his engagement was now the Pope.
Fortunately, just like in the past, Xu Shiji was not present, or else the mood would be even more awkward.
The curtain of beads lightly clacked as Xu Yourong walked through it.
Upon returning to the Divine General's estate, Xu Yourong had paid little attention to him. After leaving him in the hall, she had gone to clean herself up.
This was a very casual action, just like the black hair now casually cascading behind her.
A few beads of water could be seen in her damp hair. Coupled with her spotless face, as beautiful as a flower, she presented a very moving sight.