Bai Heshu's visit came much faster than Old Madam Wen had imagined.
The next afternoon, Old Madam Wen had just woken up from her nap when she heard the servant say that Bai Heshu was already here, currently sitting in the living room having tea.
Very satisfied that Bai Heshu hadn't interrupted her nap and had chosen to wait quietly, Old Madam Wen dawdled for quite a while before walking out of the bedroom.
On the sofa in the living room, Bai Heshu, dressed in an off‑white fitted suit, was quietly drinking tea, looking at a newspaper she had casually tossed on the coffee table.
Whatever she had seen, a touch of serene smile lingered on Bai Heshu's face.
Time seemed to have been especially kind to Bai Heshu. Fifteen years had passed, yet almost nothing about her had changed. She was just like that term entertainment news loves to use these days: a "Goddess of frozen age."
