Night fell like a cloak, blanketing the world.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK~
Beneath the warm yellow glow of a streetlamp.
Su Qing knocked on the door of a house.
As soon as she heard the knocking, a woman inside got up and came to the door.
CREAK~
The wooden door opened.
It revealed a beautiful face, with long, glossy black hair cascading down to her lower back.
She stood about five feet, five inches tall.
But upon seeing Su Qing's face, the woman's expression instantly turned cold. She gripped the doorknob, wanting to shut the door, but hesitated.
Her gaze was icy, yet it held a deeply complex emotion.
Su Qing smiled at the person before him. "Young lady favored by destiny, may I have a word with you?"
'Communication is what makes people most comfortable. It's just a matter of adopting a humble attitude to make others lower their guard.'
"Mm," Jiang Qingyue replied, nodding after a long, conflicted pause.
"Then let's go outside. We can talk as we walk."
