"So you're really not planning to go find Zhu Yourong again?"
"For now."
"Previously, Yu Huaijin and the others didn't hold back from guarding against you two, and you didn't seem to avoid it. Why is Young Master Zhao dodging danger this time?"
"Waking you up wasn't for you to ask a hundred thousand questions."
Gui chuckled lightly, "Isn't it a pity that I can't witness your great friendship anymore?"
Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, "Stop trying to witness it, any more and there'll be trouble."
In the midnight, the sword spirit awoken retorted, "Isn't our Peach Blossom Sword Master afraid of trouble?"
Zhao Rong didn't speak.
He semi-closed the chess manual by his hand, freeing up his hand to trim the wick of the candle.
The orange light on the desk became a bit brighter.
He turned his head to look at the bed not far away.
Qian'er on the bed had a sweet smile on her round little face as she slept soundly.
