The man's calm tone carried a faint sense of melancholy and longing.
Zhu Yourong released his sleeve from her grasp beneath her, the Jade Hand immediately reaching forward, seemingly unable to resist the urge to hold onto something...
Then finally, the Jade Hand beneath the sleeve gradually paused when it faintly felt the warm temperature of his hand through the air.
The woman in the Confucian robe did not immediately withdraw the Jade Hand, but instead, she softly lifted an index finger and gently tapped the back of Zhao Rong's hand with the pad of her finger.
"And what happened after that?" Her voice was gentle.
