In an unnamed realm, the sky was dark, heavy clouds cloaked the heavens, preventing sunlight from spilling in, thus concealing secrets.
The woman in Qingyi leaned over the windowsill, her face seemingly lit with a pink cloud, as if she had snatched all the rosy clouds from the sky, painting a tender and captivating picture.
Clearly, she was thinking about serious matters, yet she was distracted, and couldn't return to her original focus.
Could a young man who hasn't yet grown fully be so good-looking?
With a slender brush in hand, the woman in Qingyi gently swirled it counterclockwise in the inkstone.
She had often heard the name Xu Chang'an in the Flower Moon Building and had seen him a few times, but to her, he was merely an ordinary person that Zhu Pingniang favored.
Already married as well.
That was the extent of it.
But after meeting him in person…
