Jiang Shouzhong could see that the woman was deliberately avoiding a certain topic, and he did not dare to inquire further, so he went along with her conversation, lightening the atmosphere a bit.
In fact, their behavior at that moment was no different from that of a normal married couple.
It was as if a serene wife lovingly leaned against her husband's warm and solid chest, whispering sweet nothings, sharing intimate endearments only meaningful to each other.
The air was filled with a faint warmth and tenderness, as if time itself had paused.
Yet, neither of them pierced that layer of window paper.
"Actually, from childhood to adulthood, I didn't have any friends. I didn't have any in the Sect either, so I am very happy to have such a sister with whom I can share my heart."
Ran Qingchen smiled gently, recalling the time Qu Hongling had come to find her late at night, and softly said, "Her identity might be sensitive, but I don't mind."
