Ji Lingruo didn't stay by the Lotus Pool all night; she politely declined He Shutong's invitation to stay and chose to return to the courtyard to face reality directly.
If she couldn't bear even this, how could they continue to get along in the future?
Walking on the road, the goose-feather-like snow continued to fall, already forming a thin layer on the ground.
Ji Lingruo looked toward her senior brother's room, but even the candles were out, and through the window lattice, she could only see darkness.
But she knew this didn't mean the person inside had given up; on the contrary, it meant that the person inside was too busy to light another red candle.
In the snow-covered courtyard, a long-lasting, faint humming echoed, making Ji Lingruo's face flush.
When caught in deep feelings herself, she couldn't help but moan, not realizing the shyness. Now hearing others, she realized how enticing such a sound could be, even if this restrained voice was somewhat monotonous.
