His brows were tightly knit, his face showing a look of contemplation, and the room was silent except for the occasional soft sigh he let out.
At that moment, the door of the side room was gently pushed open with a creak, and the graceful figure of Yang Xue'Er appeared at the doorway.
She was dressed in a white silk dress, the hem swaying gently with her movements, like a white lotus blossoming in the night.
Her hair was like ink, smoothly cascading down to her shoulders, with a few stray strands playfully draping beside her rosy cheeks.
Her eyes were bright and lively, like twinkling stars in the night sky. As soon as she entered the room, those eyes instantly captured Shi Feiyang's focused expression. She walked lightly to Shi Feiyang's side, leaned slightly, and softly asked next to his ear, "Brother Shi, what are you so focused on that you didn't even notice me entering?"
