Ye Wenjun did not respond... because she couldn't be bothered to respond to such self-aggrandizing behavior, yet her mind was filled with a multitude of thoughts. Her father, great-grandfather, and grandfather all thought highly of him… On that night, when the Hidden Dragon Guards rebelled, she also felt that Fang Yu was the only person she could rely on.
So, she could only pray… that this man wouldn't be too bad! At the very least, she hoped his moral character matched his martial arts prowess.
Fang Yu paused.
Why did this woman stop chatting?
After a moment of quiet, Fang Yu heard Ye Wenjun's breathing.
It was then that Ye Wenjun stretched out her hand and turned off the bedside lamp.
Click.
Everything was plunged into darkness.
Half an hour later.
Fang Yu's eyes remained wide open, staring upward, the vastness resembling the endless Cosmic Starry Sky.
Usually, at this time, Fang Yu would be snoring, having sweet dreams, sleeping soundly.
