The kite, having lost its buoyancy, fluttered down right at Jiang Fan's heels.
Jiang Fan bent down to pick it up, and just as he was about to examine it closely, an exceptionally pretty-faced maid poked her head out from within the courtyard wall.
A pair of crystal-clear eyes looked around in all directions.
Catching sight of a handsome young scholar outside the courtyard, her eyes instantly grew bashful, and her voice was soft and gentle: “Young master, can you return the kite to me?”
Jiang Fan looked at the kite in his hand and smiled with mild surprise: “Certainly. Tell your young lady to come out and see me.”
The words had barely fallen when the entire world froze because Jiang Fan had not followed the script.
“So you're nothing but a dissolute scoundrel?”
Within the frozen time and space, a voice filled with indifference drifted across.
Although melodious and enchanting, only one person was speaking at this moment.
The Luan Gu Ming Hou.