The rest of the day passed uneventfully for Li Meirong - just the way she liked it. There were no strange guests suddenly appearing from nowhere, and no overbearing lord causing her heart to palpitate with nerves or, more often than not, burst into a fit of anger.
Snowball stayed unusually close to her the entire time, seemingly attached at the hip. As the sun began to fall from the sky, the fox spirit nestled himself in her arms with a contented sigh, preparing his sleeping arrangements early on.
Once every so often, Li Meirong had found herself glancing at the door, wondering if the silver haired Senior would suddenly make another one of his dramatic entrances, as he tended to do. But, just as the twin maids had announced, Zhu Qingyue was occupied with the duties that he had to attend to, and hadn't shown up even once throughout the entire day.
