Fu Teng immediately looked toward the corridor behind us.
The faint sound came again.
A curtain moved lightly near the far end of the hallway before becoming still once more.
Fu Teng's expression tightened slightly.
Then he let out a quiet breath.
"It is probably the wind," he said.
His voice sounded calm again, though I could still see the tension beneath it.
I remained silent for a moment before speaking again.
"You should reconsider this," I said.
Fu Teng looked at me.
My gaze remained steady on him.
"Zhao Yin's reputation is tied to this engagement now," I continued. "People already know she came into this house tonight."
The night air moved softly around us as I spoke.
"She is a woman," I added quietly. "Things are different for her."
Fu Teng lowered his gaze slightly.
I continued calmly,
"If you give it time, things may change."
He remained silent.
"You may eventually like her," I said. "Or at least grow comfortable enough with her for this marriage to work."
