Is that so?
Bai Lu always felt it wasn't that simple.
But seeing Shen Cong's attitude, she decided not to say more.
She knew asking wouldn't yield anything and might annoy him. So, she smiled sweetly and looped her arm through the man's: "Let's have lunch then, I'm starving!"
Shen Cong wrapped his arm around her, and together they turned and stepped into the courtyard, drifting with snowflakes.
Behind them, the carriage grew increasingly distant, finally fading into a black speck.
Those two wolf-hair brushes were collected by Shen Cong.
Using such brushes for bookkeeping was simply a waste of good resources.
He placed the sandalwood box into the deepest hidden compartment of the study's cabinet, then slowly closed it.
The sandalwood box inch by inch disappeared from his sight.
Some feelings, never spoken in the past due to morality.
Shouldn't dwell on them anymore in the future, due to unavoidable feelings.
