"What's the difference? Maybe she is more mature because her mother died." Xia Yuhang smiled unnaturally, a subtle look of complexity crossing his eyes.

"Another day, I saw her outside Cloud Reflection Courtyard. She was standing beside a tree and looking at Cloud Reflection Courtyard in a trance," Ning Huaiyuan said. He poured a glass of wine for Xia Yuhang, and then for himself.

Cloud Reflection Courtyard? Xia Yuhang's heart beat fast. He grasped the wine glass ...