Yuntian turned his head and said to the butler beside him, "Mr. Zhou, take her to my room first."
"Yes, young master." The butler replied respectfully.
Yuntian looked at Tianxing again, "It's fine, you go rest in my room first, when mom gets back, I'll call you for dinner."
"Okay."
Although Tianxing was nervous, she knew she couldn't ask anything at this moment.
She glanced down at their intertwined fingers, Yuntian gently squeezed her hand reassuringly.
Tianxing let go of his hand, turned, and walked with the butler towards the back of the hall.
After passing through a corridor behind the hall, the butler led her to a garden at the back.
In the small garden, a cluster of anthuriums was in full bloom, their light fragrance soothing the senses.
There was a touch of warmth and serenity, unlike the solemnity of the hall in front.
Tianxing's heart finally eased a bit.
