Shen Hua once again went on the familiar path to chase after Cui Yun.
The study.
The man leaned languidly on the Imperial Concubine Chair, pretending to nap. His youthful features were exquisite, with a clearly defined jawline, and an extraordinary bearing that set him apart.
Xue Tuan lay on him, and the man's slender, jade-like hand occasionally stroked its fluffy fur. Xue Tuan purred contentedly in its lazy comfort.
Shen Hua drifted inside.
She aimlessly wandered around the study before finally finding a historical novel tucked away in a corner of the bookshelf.
Many had tried to snatch up this historical novel, and Shen Hua had not acquired it even with a generous offer. Needless to say, it was a pleasant surprise to find it here.
Shen Hua leaned over and carefully pulled the book out. She opened the first page and began to read, conscientiously taking in each word.
