Hou Tingfu's curlicue lashes fluttered as she quietly gazed at him, seemingly curious about what he would do next.
At that moment, the man was like a thoroughly corrupted demon; the so-called innocence and harmlessness could not be found anywhere on his face anymore...
The night breeze rustled, causing the flowers to tremble chaotically; lights in the Yan Mansion's garden wavered, and fluffy moths dashed towards the lanterns. With a snap, one hit the glass of the lantern, fluttered its wings, and then fell to the ground.
That night, Hou Tingfu slept in a deep daze, feeling as though she had had a very long dream.
In her dream, Yan Nanxun had returned, she dreamt of blowing bubbles in seawater, and in a daze, she heard someone murmuring in her ear:
"Wife..."
"My good, obedient wife..."
She remembered drinking at the bar with her friends from the fashion industry, feeling utterly dizzy.
