Especially those who grew up with wealth and privilege, their gazes often neglect to acknowledge the peasantry.
"This place really is a paradise hidden from the world."
Lu Qingyi said softly, the corner of her mouth curling ever so slightly into a smile.
Ever since she met Wen Wanyu and the Gu's, she had a sense that there was more to their identities than met the eye, but never pinned them down.
She knew they lived here, but she didn't expect utter paradise to exist behind a somewhat worn-down facade.
The seemingly not-so-affluent couple revealed themselves to be secret magnates; everything in their courtyard held extraordinary value.
This was because they were all antiques, and antiques tend to come with a hefty price tag.
Wen Wanyu: "Not necessarily."
"Qingyi, you may want to see Lu Mohai."
It was already getting late; more than half of Lu Qingyi's scarf was completed. As she was about to get up and leave, Wen Wanyu stopped her.
Her voice was especially gentle.