Xie Xingyun leaned against the chair she was sitting on. A few strands of his black hair hung on her white dress, and he looked a little gloomy. "It's not your fault. It's all my fault that my wife ran away."
Bai Xianyu, "… Why do I feel that your words have double meanings?"
"One meaning." Xie Xingyun turned his head, his side profile perfect. "My wife will only be you."
The air suddenly became quiet.
Bai Xianyu ignored the gaze that was thrown at her.
The two of them did not say much before they heard footsteps.
Bai Xianyu reminded him, "It's your turn."
Xie Xingyun looked down at his robe, raised his eyebrows, and walked out.
Not long after he left, a woman's voice sounded. It was quite pleasant to the ears.
Bai Xianyu leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to rest. The sunlight from the window lattice shone on her face, making her look quiet and beautiful.
