Yun Qian carefully pressed the papers in front of her with a sealing stone, cautiously storing them away.
"Miss Yun... is quite good too."
She wouldn't think of any names; whatever her husband said was what it was.
However, she liked the word 'cloud' from cloud rain, and 'qian' from stranded.
The lady leaned against the window, opened it to look outside.
The view suddenly widened, before her was a scene of clouds and rain, the White Jade Spirit Lamps that automatically lit up under the dim atmosphere of Celestial Bright Peak illuminated Yun Qian's clothes, eyes, and hair.
Her husband wasn't there.
The lady was used to being alone.
Just.
Yun Qian tilted her head, faintly hearing some noisy sounds approaching from the distance.
She preferred quiet, not overly fond of noisy things.
Miss Yun didn't think too much, she took out a novel from the bookshelf and slowly started to read.
