The room became dim again.
Bai Chuwei: "…"
Is this why you're cultivating?
Duan Feihan leaned on the bed, his eyes dark and deep, his long fingers entwined with hers, and asked in a hoarse, low voice, "Don't you want to?"
Bai Chuwei's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and she clasped his hand in return, her breath fragrant as orchids: "I want to."
Today, the weather station in the Imperial Capital was overwhelmed; this weather was clearly off.
It's already late April, long into spring, and it should be getting light earlier.
But today in the morning, it was as if winter suddenly returned, and it was nearly ten o'clock before the sky brightened, delaying the sunrise by two or three hours.
The citizens commuting in the Imperial Capital jokingly said, which cultivator is undergoing a tribulation now? It's just not getting light.
When Bai Chuwei came downstairs, it was almost noon, and she saw Xue Qiu sitting with Su Jing at the dining table having lunch.
