Very soon, the room was filled with a cozy tenderness, heavy with the aura of spring...
Contrarily, the atmosphere between another couple was not so lively and harmonious.
Sitting at the table, Qiu Ruyue’s long hair was loosely draped over her shoulders as she wore her undergarnt, still bearing an indifferent expression.
Her snow-white undergarnt further accentuated her fair complexion, with red lips and white teeth, her eyes as tranquil as autumn waters, she possessed a morbid beauty along with an otherworldly charm.
After bathing, Xuanyuan Bei, also clad in a white undergarnt, lifted the beaded curtain and walked in.
Seeing her sitting alone, he approached and embraced her from behind.
That scorching warmth made Qiu Ruyue quiver slightly.
Xuanyuan Bei leaned over and kissed her cheek, his voice gentle as he said,
"Yue’er, it’s getting late, we should rest early."
Qiu Ruyue lowered her gaze, her long and dense black eyelashes casting shadows over her snowy cheeks like a black butterfly in the snow.
She gently pushed away Xuanyuan Bei’s hand, stood up, and walked to the window, her eyes hazy, seemingly gazing into the distance.
Her long hair reached her waist, cascading down like a waterfall and shimring with a black glow.
The faint candlelight outlined her exquisitely graceful figure—she was so serene she appeared like an immortal who transcended the mortal world.
Seeing her like this, Xuanyuan Bei couldn’t help but be srized, his eyes growing deeper and darker.
The atmosphere grew silent for a mont, and, still with downcast eyes, Qiu Ruyue softly parted her red lips, saying lightly,
"Master, did Marquis Chu and the Princess of Nanzhao co to cure Ning’er’s illness?"
Caught off guard by her question, Xuanyuan Bei nodded blankly, "Yes."
Opening her eyes, Qiu Ruyue turned to face him, the light flickering in her eyes as she said,
"It’s useless. Ning’er’s illness can’t be cured by anyone.
Only when I’m gone will he start to speak.
I know it’s all because of that he refuses to speak..."
"No! It has nothing to do with you." Xuanyuan Bei took a big step forward, grasping her hand, his tone urgent.
"This is all my fault. I’m the one to bla for his mother’s misfortune; it has nothing to do with you.
You mustn’t bla yourself for all of this—you are innocent; it’s all my fault."
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