"He's not just a brat, when she was young and foolish, she made him genuinely angry several times, claiming each time he would take a ruler to break her legs and confine her in the 'quiet room' to reflect and write, never to be released.
Each time, she showed a scared demeanor, but secretly, she was somewhat looking forward to it.
Because within the everyday scenery, he spent most of his time cultivating alone in the 'quiet room.'
Never to be released…
What a lavish punishment.
But every time… it was just empty threats.
She knew, he actually couldn't bear to do it.
After all, a mentor who forcibly kept his composure while waiting for her to voice the crux of her heart, then feigning indifference but patiently and gently unraveled her concerns, was indeed a person she dearly loved.
Feng Luo was speechless.
His fatigue deepened, as he had played with the willow leaf in his hand for a long time before truly falling asleep on the blue cloth.
