A beauty like a dream, an otherworldly grace. Watching Xu Yafei's tranquil figure from afar, Zhao Dong couldn't bear to disturb the beautiful scene. He waited for a long while before taking a deep breath, just as he was about to step out.
At that moment, two disciples, a man and a woman, approached Xu Yafei. Seeing them, Zhao Dong quickly ducked back into hiding.
The pair passed by Xu Yafei, who remained focused on the clothes in her hands. As she pounded the laundry, a splash of water landed on the female disciple's skirt.
"Xu Yafei! Are you blind?! Are you deliberately looking for trouble?!" The female disciple flew into a rage, grabbing Xu Yafei by the collar and shrieking.
Startled by the sudden assault, Xu Yafei's pretty face went pale, and the clothes in her hands tumbled into the river. "I-I'm sorry… I… I didn't see you. I'm so sorry…" she stammered, trembling with fear. "I didn't do it on purpose…"
