With her single comment as guidance, the Heir of Tianxi looked up and indeed saw that the red candles were about to burn out, their wax trickling down the entire stand.
He gave an apologetic smile and said, "It's late into the night, and yet Senior Sister has to tire herself by teaching me the Sword Dao. It was thoughtless of me."
Fang Geyu thought to herself, this simpleton is more than just thoughtless, but a real blockhead, utterly obtuse!
Yet for some reason, she couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement mixed with an inexplicable sense of relief.
Though she didn't even know what she was feeling relieved about.
Yun Rong smiled without a word and waved her hand to extinguish the remaining candlelight. With a clear and composed mind, she was aware of her own identity, her duty to bring joy to her husband and to captivate him with all her heart.
In the darkness, her face, accustomed to indolence, also seemed to exude a certain clear and enchanting beauty.
