Chu Qiao's fingertips were turned pale as the sounds of armor clashing resurfaced in her mind as though she had always been listening to a symphony.
"Master, will you follow me?"
Chu Qiao shook her head and lightly smiled. "I will stay here."
He Xiao nodded as he bowed. "Take care, Master."
There were some dew drops on the outside of the window, as the moon hung brightly in the night sky. Chu Qiao looked at the white moon hanging in the sky as she murmured, "A storm is brewing."
Zhuge family sent three different servants to take care of Chu Qiao before her wedding but all had been sent back. The Jing family had also sent a few people, but Chu Qiao had ignored their offers. At the end of the day, it was Meixiang who accompanied Chu Qiao on the night before the wedding.
