At that moment, a soft and gentle voice came, pleasant to the ear, like a lark in the empty valley.
Zhou Dao looked up, and at the entrance of the courtyard stood a woman in a white dress, her fair skin even more delicate under the moonlight. Her vermilion lips slightly parted, revealing a soft radiance. Her captivating eyes made one's heart tremble.
Such an extraordinary beauty was rare in Pingjiang City. Even compared to the daughters of prestigious families, such beauty was unmatched.
"Who are you?" Zhou Dao asked.
With a delicate jade-like hand, the woman in white gently pushed the door open: "Young Master, you're so rude, you didn't even invite me in."
"Even if I don't invite you, do you not come in anyway?"
"…"
"Just now by the Ye Ming River, I saw the Young Master with an extraordinary bearing, so I couldn't help but follow you here…" the woman in white said shyly.
"Ye Ming River… you are selling…" Zhou Dao's words abruptly stopped.