Is it a time of clear skies and quiet separation?
Or is it like a concubine banished to the cold palace, leading a life of tragic solitude?
This is truly a question of immense curiosity.
Neither of them spoke, and in the tranquil room, only the faint sounds of Yun Kai eating could be heard.
While Yun Kai was eating with her head lowered, Huo Tingzhou's gaze remained on her.
In the quiet air, an inexplicable trace of warmth flowed gently.
She was curious about how Huo Tingzhou's former woman had dealt with this, but even more curious about why Huo Tingzhou had left her an inheritance. Biting on her chopsticks, Yun Kai softly called out, "Huo Tingzhou."
"Hmm."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Hmm."
Yun Kai looked intently at him, her tone suddenly becoming somewhat serious, "Before I ask you these questions, you have to promise me that you won't lie to me. Of course, if you really want to lie to me, there's nothing I can do with your cleverness; I won't be able to tell."