"Madam... Madam..."
"She came back yesterday, didn't she? Otherwise, who covered me with the quilt?"
"Sir, it was me who found your bedroom door open last night, and you were asleep on the floor, so I covered you with the quilt." The servant's voice grew quieter as she spoke until it was almost inaudible, never expecting her thoughtless act to create such an illusion for Leng Shaoqing.
The previously sparkling eyes of Leng Shaoqing dimmed suddenly, and he said, "It's nothing," before returning to the bedroom.
Throwing the quilt onto the bed, Leng Shaoqing walked over to the window and drew back the curtains. The blinding sunlight filled the room, heralding the start of a new day amidst the morning light.
His gaze settled on the glass greenhouse around the corner, where he could faintly sense the fragrance emanating from it.
A silhouette moved back and forth in the greenhouse, sometimes squatting down, sometimes pausing.
