The wooden longsword hangs on the wall, with a brand new cushion below it.
"What happened to my room?" Xu Chang'an asked, puzzled.
"The arrangement here... it looks a bit like..." Yun Qian frowned.
"Like how Mr. Sword Hall arranges his main hall, right?" Xu Chang'an had no intention of hiding anything. "I originally replicated sir's room, but now..."
Xu Chang'an sighed.
Li Zhibai's room had completely changed to accommodate Miss Yun.
He was really quite unabashed, fully confident in his understanding of Yun Qian with no intention of hiding anything.
Would any usual man tell his wife that his room is a replica of another woman's room?
"Is this what you'd call a red herring?" Yun Qian suddenly said.
"?"
A question mark practically flew over Xu Chang'an's head as he looked at Yun Qian's earnest expression, feeling a headache coming on.
Gritting his teeth.
It's over.
