Night descended.
The backyard of the County Government Office.
The lantern hanging under the door beam swayed with the sudden breeze, casting a shadow of light and shadow.
In the side room, Xia Zhining, in a black long dress, was sitting at the dressing table, wiping her long sword.
Xia Zhining's sword was very sharp, capable of cutting through hair.
But her face showed a few traces of impatience, and she finally put down the cloth she used to wipe the sword, turned around, and looked at Xia Zhiqing, who was tuning the guzheng, and said, "Sister, it's almost 9 p.m., and that bastard still hasn't come tonight."
These words did not mean Xia Zhining was thinking of being with him.
Instead, ever since Chen Mo said those words, he hadn't touched them once.
Originally, according to Chen Mo's plan, with Xia Zhiqing repaying the debt, it only required nine times, which meant they could leave by early July.
