Inside a room in Bishui Pavilion, the white crushed-jade floor was cool and smooth, with light and shadow casting dappled patterns across it. The young man looked up slightly. The small female before him had her head buried, earnestly fumbling with his sash, trying to figure out how to untie it...
From the outside, they looked like they were embracing.
On the other side of a pool, Shen He walked past, his face devoid of expression.
'It seems they're getting along well.'
This was the very scene he had wanted to see, ever since he decided to capture the little rabbit alive.
And yet, right now, he felt no pleasure at all—only that the sight was somewhat jarring.
After fumbling for what felt like an eternity, Yu Zhizhi finally got it undone.
She drew the white sash free and carefully hung it on a nearby clothes rack.
Yusen walked towards the bathroom.
Yu Zhizhi followed.
The young man's cold voice drifted over. "Don't follow me."
"Oh..."
