Meanwhile.
At the Red King Mansion, the sky was a tranquil blue and the moon shone white. Wispy clouds, like veils of gauze, tugged at the heart.
Blushing, Feng Bei finished the "daily homework" Zheng Xiu had assigned her before he departed.
Homework had to be done with care.
The work of Skillful Hands had to be done slowly.
Feng Bei was not stupid.
She knew Zheng Xiu was doing this on purpose.
Deliberately making things difficult for her.
Deliberately tugging at her heartstrings.
But as she wiped, Feng Bei inexplicably found it a little thrilling.
To be honest, it wasn't as if she hadn't seen all of Zheng Xiu before.
In those ten dream-like years of marriage, she and Zheng Xiu had laid themselves bare and poured out their hearts to one another. There were no secrets between them.
But after the Cannibal Painting shattered and they returned to reality, Feng Bei always felt they could never go back to that ephemeral relationship.
