"Mr. You, are you busy?"
He Kongyue lay on the bed adorned with silver threads and golden embroidery, her gaze softly focused on the Xuanji Order in her hand.
Her long hair fell casually over the pillow, smooth like water, complementing her heroic visage.
You Su did not immediately respond, causing her to furrow her dark brows slightly, with a hint of anxiety and anticipation between them.
He probably won't leave messages unanswered all night again...
Suddenly, the Xuanji Order vibrated lightly, a glimpse of joy flashed in He Kongyue's eyes as she quickly connected to the Profound Qi.
"Mr. He, I'm here, is your father feeling better?"
"Much better, thanks to the poem you gave him, he's found more will to live."
"It's nothing, if your father likes it, I actually have several more poems memorializing departed wives."
"Could you be a reincarnation of a poetry immortal?"
