Whether others could see it clearly or not, Shen Hua didn't know, but she herself certainly could.
Shen Hua lingered in the Marquis Yangling Mansion for several days.
She stared at the plate of pastries on the table.
The pastries diminished one by one. Cui Yun held a book, his movements graceful, making eating a feast for the eyes.
"These pastries aren't to my taste."
Ji Qing: "I will give the order immediately to replace the pastry chef."
Cui Yun nodded: "Mhm."
Shen Hua eyed him sideways, her craving unbearable.
If they're not to your taste, you've almost eaten half the plate!
Shen Hua walked around Cui Yun in a circle.
"The book is upside down! And you dare to say I don't read enough?"
As she was speaking, Shen Hua's gaze fell on the subtle pattern of Cui Yun's robe.
It was a pattern of auspicious clouds.
