Qin Yaorao sat on the stone stool in her courtyard, resting her chin in her hands, gazing blankly at the sparse stars and crescent moon in the sky.
At this moment, her mood was akin to that of a young girl whose heart had just awakened to spring, waiting nervously yet expectantly for her beloved to arrive.
Thinking about the words Fang Bai had sent her through Thread Condensation Sound Transmission during the day, Qin Yaorao's heart started pounding rapidly, her body felt hot, and her cheeks were a bit flushed.
She knew that if there were no accidents tonight, she and Fang Bai would finally reach fruition.
At this moment, like most women in the world, Qin Yaorao hoped that tonight would be a romantic night she would never forget.
"Senior Sister Qin!"
At this moment, someone knocked on the courtyard door, followed by Xiao Ying's voice from outside.
The sweet, blissful smile on Qin Yaorao's lips instantly turned into a helpless, bitter smile.
