The courtyard of Elder Sima is a three-tiered structure. Because of the grand formation and barriers, even though no one has lived here for many years, it remains clean and tidy, spotless.
However, now it seems no different from an empty city. It used to be bustling, but the remaining clan members indeed need a long time to adapt.
Chu Chengfeng stood at the door, hesitated for a while, mustered his courage to knock, but the door opened from the inside, and Sima Xiaowen stood in the yard.
Their eyes involuntarily met, tangled in the air for a moment, and after a nearly greedy glance at Xiaowen, Chu Chengfeng seemed to regain his calm demeanor.
Today, he wore a coffee-colored trench coat, a white shirt, and black trousers, appearing tall and extraordinarily handsome.
Sima Xiaowen stared blankly at Chu Chengfeng, an identical figure flashed through her mind, but that person wore a cyan robe, hair tied up; although it was the same person, the expression was different.
