She shifted her gaze to Qiao Xiguan as if she had discovered something, "That mark on your neck..."
Qiao Xiguan touched it, having already made an effort to have the makeup artist cover it up during makeup application, yet it was still somewhat noticeable. She said helplessly, "Bitten by a certain man."
"Your husband?" Xiaowu seemed very interested.
"Mhm," Qiao Xiguan nodded.
A trace of a pale smile crossed Xiaowu's face, seemingly a bit odd, or perhaps it was just an illusion.
"You and your husband have a good relationship, right?"
"How should I put it?" Qiao Xiguan furrowed her brows, lost in thought. After a while, she said, "Perhaps."
Let's just say, the relationship is very good.
At least for now, it's developing in a good direction.
The profound night.
The exceptionally lively banquet hall.
The relatively quiet but sultry back garden.
