Xia Ruya sat at the porch in the middle of the lake of Boya Pavilion, taking in the scenery. Sitting opposite her was the mysterious owner of Boya Pavilion.
She was still wearing a mask. Her exquisitely maintained beautiful hands were looking even better than girls at their peaks.
At this point, she was brewing tea. The lingering scent of the tea and the thick mist was slightly novel in itself.
"It's been six years and Boya Pavilion seems the same."
Xia Ruya stared at the person opposite her. Although the rising humid mist blurred her vision and covered the person opposite her, making her feel as mysterious as something that was unfathomable in the clouds.
Six years had passed and this person was still as mysterious as previously.
However, it also seemed natural.
If she wasn't so mysterious, how could she scheme against Wen Xinya without a trace and even made her sink into her plot unguardedly and be willingly manipulated by her?