The rain curtain fell, ticking loudly.
The gloomy and dark light filtered through the window lattice, casting upon the pale skin of the two ladies as white as snow.
Bai Muxi's delicate and enchanting eyes half-closed as her mind rapidly weighed the pros and cons.
But it was only for an instant that she realized there were only two paths laid out before her.
Either let the Saintess's recognition become even more deeply rooted, or help her to correct this recognition, bit by bit.
And after this thought had flashed by, the conflict in Bai Muxi's heart was replaced by a soft sigh.
She was entirely unlike these two noble women from the Upper World because her feelings for the young master contained no love, only awe.
The young master had been very kind to her, and whether she repaid this kindness with her body or slaved away for him, the difference was the same to her.
If the young master desired her abilities, then she would exert herself.
