Night fell. Layers of moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Song Wanning, who sat beside it.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
She set down her book and, with a casual wave of her hand, the door swung open.
Standing in the doorway was none other than Jiang Wentian.
Jiang Wentian's expression was grim, a chill emanating from his tall frame. A flicker of fire seemed to dance in the depths of his eyes.
"Please, come in."
Song Wanning's expression was serene as she casually picked up the nearby pot of Spiritual Tea and poured it into a cup.
Jiang Wentian paused in the doorway for a few seconds before striding in and shutting the door behind him.
He sat down at the table with a decisive air, his eyes filled with scrutiny as he looked at Song Wanning.
'This woman is dangerous.'
'But he couldn't detect any malice from her.'
Jiang Wentian's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
