Hearing the sound, Shen Heting turned around.
Wen Shiqing was dressed in a clean, plain robe that added an unexpected touch of elegance to the oppressive front hall. Her damp hair hung loose; a few strands clung to her fair cheeks, while the rest was gathered loosely with a simple silk ribbon, with stray wisps falling in a way that looked effortlessly beautiful.
Shen Heting paused for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes before he quickly looked away, as if that brief distraction had never happened.
He cleared his throat. "Censor Wen, are you holding up well?"
Chapter 37