Xi Xizhi silently hid behind the folding screen, and even after a full stick of incense had burned, An Honghan had not shown any change in his actions. This piqued Xi Xizhi's curiosity even more.
Xi Xizhi tiptoed out from behind the folding screen and quietly approached An Honghan.
Perhaps because he was too absorbed in his task, An Honghan didn't notice the additional person in the room. His deep black eyes never left the map on the writing desk. The map was made of kraft paper, which looked old and yellow, carrying the vicissitudes of time.
Xi Xizhi blinked her watery eyes and looked closely. The object placed on the desk was not a memorial but a map. Calling it a map, Xi Xizhi couldn't figure out what the lines marked on the paper were for. With puzzlement, she scratched her head and took another step forward.