Luo Feng and Bing Ruolan were silent, facing each other, tacitly not mentioning the events that had transpired earlier.
The stone chamber was quiet, their breathing the only sound, creating an indescribable atmosphere.
Bing Ruolan stood to the side, her gaze shyly avoiding Luo Feng's. Her small hands were clasped behind her back, her eyes lowered to her toes. A hint of crimson still lingered on her delicate face, reminiscent of the subtle pink blush on a lotus in clear water—a truly pleasing sight.
Luo Feng looked up at Bing Ruolan, his gaze inadvertently lingering on her enticing blush. A regretful sigh unexpectedly echoed in his heart.
How absurd. What on earth am I regretting?
Luo Feng paused, recognizing the absurdity of his emotions, and shook his head with a wry smile.
