C97

"Master Zhuo."

In the dim room, there were no lights, nor were there any other decorations. There was only a row of tables, each covered with a white cloth.

The youth held an oil lamp in his pale right hand. His face was pale as well, and the halo of light that covered his face gave him a faint blush.

The youth lightly coughed a few times before placing the oil lamp behind him. Immediately