It wasn't Rong Zhi.
Chu Yu lowered her head, unable to determine if her current feelings were of disappointment or relief, or perhaps a mixture of both.
What she had glimpsed hastily outside Baima Temple that day could be said to have been a mistake, yet it could also be said she hadn't been mistaken.
After the young man entered the room, he found himself a brocade cushion and sat down facing Guan Canghai. His features were very similar to Rong Zhi's, whether it was the picturesque eyebrows and eyes or the beautiful facial outline; almost identical to Rong Zhi's. If one glanced over from a distance and considering the effect of the light, it would be very easy to mistake him for Rong Zhi.
But he wasn't.
With just one look, Chu Yu had made out the differences between him and Rong Zhi.