Looking at Lou Ji's finger pointing towards the door, as delicate and smooth as mutton fat jade, Xu Yuan felt an urge to snap it.
Taking a deep breath and turning around,
Xu Yuan immediately met those distant and cold eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time.
Backlit by light cascading from the eaves, they were tranquil and beautiful like autumn waters.
Just like the Ink Sword she was carrying in her hand.
After a moment of eye contact,
"You're here?"
Xu Yuan's voice was very calm, betraying not a hint of panic.
"Mhm."
Ran Qingmo nodded gently and stepped into the room but, as if something at the corner of her eye caught her attention, her steps involuntarily paused, and she tightened her grip on the sword.
In the silence,
Ran Qingmo glanced at the soft, large bed before turning her gaze back to Xu Yuan's face.
Equally calm.
Xu Yuan, completely at ease, also glanced sideways at the bed.
Then,
he felt a bit strained.
Unbeknownst to him,
