In the fragrance-filled quiet room, Yu Qingling's cloud-brocade ribbons fluttered on her shoulders. Her shoes, patterned with pinkish-green designs, tapped back and forth, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, while her small, fair hands were tightly clenched.
Those three knocks just now—she had genuinely only done it out of curiosity.
But the moment she finished knocking, she regretted it.
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