Finally, as night fell, Xing finished making the sticky rice chicken.
She quickly brought it to Su Ye, inviting her to have a taste.
Xing's face was full of excitement.
"Miss, please have a taste. Is it to your liking?"
Su Ye sat under the pagoda tree, enjoying the sweet scent of its blossoms wafting on the air.
With such a beautiful night and lovely scenery, enjoying a relaxed, pleasant meal was simply perfect.
She nodded, just as she was about to taste the sticky rice chicken she had waited all afternoon for.
Suddenly, Su Ye once again felt that familiar tension, the kind that made the fine hairs on her arms stand on end.
The last time she'd had that feeling was when Su Qing came to her home, right before the Blood Cold Sect arrived.
And this time… Su Ye whipped her head around.
There, bathed in the faint moonlight, stood a man in red robes embroidered with golden thread. He was about three meters away from Su Ye, his handsome features breathtakingly beautiful.
