It was merely a week after Jin Guangyao's death— yet Lan Xichen continued to drown himself in guilt and regret. He tends to put up a fake smile, and only a single person noticed— Jiang Cheng.

It was a Clan conference banquet meeting held; everyone was talking about another trivial matter, while Lan Xichen strolled around the massive hall— his eyes were dark and soulless, his long voluminous curtain bangs came across his face as he moves until his attention was shifted now on the Jiang Sect Leader, who was looking at him with a strange look.

Lan Xichen plastered a fake smile, his hands behind his back as he greets back, bottling up his emotions and putting up his sweet, calm demeanor. “Greetings, Sect Leader Jiang... I hope you have been... fine...”