Wu Wentian didn't feel embarrassed to give himself a promise. He just smiled lightly and put her hand gently on the strings, teaching her how to play the zither again and again.
It was late at night. Her sleepy heart leaned against Wu Wentian's side and she fell asleep. Wu Wentian gently wrapped his robes around her and looked at her sleeping face for a long while. Then, he carefully carried her back to her room.
The world of mortals is one to be provoked. Love is deep, yet it is not regretable...
Outside the window, the leaves were rustling in the breeze. Although it was autumn, the specks of green were still reflected in the gauze window, and the inside of the Xinju House was filled with the cold fragrance.
The window curtains were slightly closed, and there was a green jade hanging
