Crisis

Everyone present, even though they were all dying of old age fifty years later, the scene of them seeing Xia Wanyuan for the first time was still vivid in their minds.

It was already a little gloomy on a rainy day. The courtyard of the Go Club was a building with an ancient style. There were carved doors and eaves.

Xia Wanyuan was wearing a green dress and a light-colored scarf around her neck. She held a bamboo umbrella.

Just like that, she walked in the rain with cold eyes. Standing under the ancient roof, one could not help but guess if she was a noble lady from ancient times.

Xia Wanyuan did not expect to see this when she pushed open the door. She put away her umbrella and stood at the door.

"Miss Xia." Li Yi saw Xia Wanyuan and wiped the rain off his face. He walked to Xia Wanyuan, afraid that the water on his body would stain her, and stopped two meters away from her.