Night fell.
Inside the room, the brocade-white patterns, woven with motifs of cranes and rolling waves, undulated under the glow of the crystal lamp.
Shen Ping stood by the wooden bed, his expression unreadable as he looked down at the delicate woman. He furrowed his brows slightly. After several days of waiting, he could see that Luo Qing’s emotions had settled, yet their conversation in the quiet room had yielded little. He hadn’t expected to win her over with words alone, but he had hoped to gauge the possibility of deepening their bond. Now, it seemed the chances were slim.
Chapter 57