At eight o'clock in the evening, Zirui Pavilion was enveloped in a serene tranquility, with the sound of the flowing water from the rock garden and the soothing light music increasingly highlighting the quietness of the space.
Yan Xue sat kneeling on the mat, lowering her eyes in silent contemplation.
Recently, Amos has been behaving contrary to his previous low-key style, frequently making moves in Hua Country, undeniably high-profile.
For someone of his stature, every word and action carries significance, though she has yet to grasp it fully. Perhaps being summoned tonight is a signal.
The watch's hands pointed exactly to eight, and light footsteps came from the entrance.
Amos was always a punctual person, never making anyone wait more than a minute.
Yan Xue stood up and tidied her appearance.
The sliding door of the private room was pushed open, and a tall figure walked in.
