The clouds are smooth, and the moon is bright, a gentle breeze brushes past the willows.
An ancient castle amid the misty green mountains, illuminated by ancient lights.
In the dining room of Anderson Castle, Rosie Scott held plates of rice in both hands, sighing helplessly, "I don't know, what does Second Young Master mean by this?"
"The grandeur of Ael's magnates," Charles Anderson said, self-mockingly.
Rosie Scott's mouth twitched, as expected, this man bears grudges, even remembering a casual remark she'd made earlier.
"I never liked extravagance, Second Young Master, you don't have to do this in the future. I won't find it romantic."
Charles Anderson's dark eyes deepened, his lips curled into a subtle smile, "Rosie, your frugality brings me joy."
Rosie Scott raised an eyebrow at him, "Second Young Master, make sure the bed is ready tonight, I'll need to squeeze in with you."
"It's already been tidied up, you can come anytime."
