Perhaps it was the intense gaze of Qin Ruan and the others that made the elderly gentleman slowly raise his head, revealing a face that, while well-maintained, could not hide its deep wrinkles.
That face was amiable and friendly, with very fine features that made it evident he had been a handsome man in his youth.
What was most striking was the man's own demeanor, which was very warm, as if bathed in sunlight.
Seeing the strangers standing at the door, the elderly gentleman's kindly face showed a clear surprise.
He put down the watering can he was holding and walked over with a measured pace, each move reflecting his own cultivation and grace.
As he approached, Qin Ruan's red lips slowly curved into a smile.
Before the elderly gentleman could speak, she took the initiative, "Excuse me for intruding, sir, but we were out for a stroll and forgot to bring water. Could we come in for a drink?"
