For three full months, she had not stepped outside. Her movements were confined to this grand mansion and its garden. She hadn't even expressed a desire to leave. However, she never seemed to feel bored, nor did she seem to need the outside world. Just sitting here was enough for her.
Wan Donglin had never seen such a quiet person. Her face was languid and tranquil, like a wandering soul. If one didn't observe her closely, her presence might go entirely unnoticed.
He stared at her in perplexity for a long time before sitting down beside her.
From the window, one could look down and see the high ceiling extending to the spiral staircase below. A high, red velvet swing used to hang there. But after she fell down the staircase last time, he had it removed. He was so eager to be her first man! Driven by this shameless pleasure, and fearing she might have another accident, he had, for the first time, shown some kindness by making an exception and offering her this small privilege.
