That day, Yun Chi and Hua Zhuo discussed matters in the study until late at night before they dispersed.
Upon returning to the Phoenix Eastern Garden, Yun Chi saw a light on in the room. Hua Yan was seated by the window, holding a scroll of a book. Beneath the hazy lamp light, she was draped in a sheer veil, exuding a gentle and soft beauty. With her head tilted to the side and a faint smile on her features, she appeared tranquil and lovely like a painting under the lamp.
He stopped in his tracks at the doorway, silently watching her.
In the past, he never knew how profound one's emotions could be. But ever since he met Hua Yan, with each passing day spent by her side, he found his feelings for her deep and inexhaustible. They were so intense that even he couldn't fathom their depths. Every time he offered his emotions, there seemed to always be more, as if they were boundless.
