Gu Yangjin's face flushed a bright pink, and her whole body tensed again.
Qiao Zhi, behind her, was practically glowing.
Yes, her Gu'er was sensitive.
And she would remember every second of this.
The house Gu Yangjin had purchased was a three-story courtyard estate, understated in its elegance yet rich with hidden nuances that bespoke its owner's disciplined taste. The outer red lacquer gate bore no ornate carvings, but its sturdy timber and subtle ironwork hinted at quiet strength. Once inside, a wide cobblestone pathway led through a small lotus pond, its petals drifting lazily on jade-green water, to a modest foyer. The walls there were painted a soft cream, framed by dark hued beams that showed off fine, hand-carved floral motifs. Many cultivation families prized ostentation, but Gu Yangjin favored restraint: nothing in this courtyard screamed for attention, yet every detail felt deliberate, carefully chosen to balance form and function.
