Wen Nan was stunned. For a moment, getting up didn't feel right, and lying down was even less appropriate. He ended up sitting on the ground, staring blankly ahead.
The owner of the Fasting, who had been bent over, focusing intently on a complicated swan-neck distillation flask on the table, heard a stir from the passageway behind her. She furrowed her brow, turned around, and saw a strange man sitting on the ground behind her.
The two of them, one standing and one sitting, silently locked eyes for a while.
Standing in front of Wen Nan was a stunning young woman—her double eyelids were deeply creased, her brows prominent, her nose bridge high and defined. Her long brown hair was pinned up with a wooden hairpin at the back, giving her features a slightly exotic flair.
