Night fell.
Because this courtyard was situated in a secluded corner of the Luo Family Mansion, the moment darkness descended, the surrounding area grew silent and still.
Standing on the second floor, one could see the dazzling lights deep within the Luo Family Mansion, accompanied by faint sounds of distant revelry carried over by the gentle breeze.
This only accentuated the cold desolation of this little courtyard.
Just like Luo Jingting’s place within the Luo Family — dispensable and disregarded.
In this peculiar silence, Xue An sat by the second-floor window, his expression calm, as though waiting for something.
Wen Muling and Luo Jingting didn’t dare to ask, merely standing silently to the side, patiently waiting.
Finally.
The faint sound of footsteps came from outside the courtyard, carrying far in the stillness of the night.
Then, the footsteps stopped at the courtyard gate.
These sounds naturally caught the attention of both Luo Jingting and Wen Muling.
The two of them exchanged glances, surprise flickering across their faces.
Who could it be at such a late hour?
Xue An’s lips curved into a faint smile. "Miss Luo, would you open the door? The person we’ve been waiting for has arrived!"
His words had barely fallen when a deep and composed voice came from outside the gate.
"Jingting, little sister, open the door."
At the sound of this voice, Luo Jingting’s face paled with shock.
It was Luo Jian!
The person they had been waiting for turned out to be him?
But why was he here?
A flood of questions surged in Luo Jingting’s mind, but she quickly regained her composure and instinctively walked to the gate, opening it.
Indeed.
Standing at the threshold, smiling faintly, was none other than Luo Jian!
"Se... seventh brother!" Luo Jingting stammered in surprise.
Luo Jian smiled faintly. "I apologize for disturbing your rest at such a late hour, Jingting."
Although speaking to Luo Jingting, Luo Jian’s gaze drifted past her, landing inside the courtyard.
At that moment, Xue An’s voice rang out faintly from the second-floor window. "Since you’re here, please come upstairs."
Luo Jian trembled all over at these words, gave a slight nod to Luo Jingting, and transformed into a streak of black light, appearing suddenly on the second floor.
His abrupt entry elicited a startled yelp from Wen Muling.
But Xue An remained seated calmly in his chair, not even lifting an eyelid.
After steadying himself, Luo Jian gazed at the white-robed youth enveloped in darkness, took a deep breath, and cupped his hands in a salute.
"The seventh of the Luo Clan, Luo Jian! I greet you, sir!"
His words were incomparably respectful.
Xue An chuckled softly, slowly raising his head to give Luo Jian a deliberate glance.
"You’re clever."
Luo Jian smiled.
But before his smile could fully form, Xue An, now leaning back in his chair, spoke coolly: "But I sometimes find clever people annoying, especially the self-important kind."
As he said this, Xue An looked up, his gaze gleaming as it landed on Luo Jian. "So... which kind are you?"
Under that gaze, he felt like nothing more than a lamb awaiting slaughter. Helpless and filled with dread, there was no chance of resistance.
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