Tang Yuehua's gentle gaze fell upon Xue Ke as she watched the girl's somewhat guilty expression.
She could not help shaking her head, a bemused smile curling at her lips.
She gently pushed Ye Qiu's favorite dishes in front of him, her every movement revealing meticulous care.
"Qiu, eat more."
Tang Yuehua's voice was soft and warm, like a spring breeze brushing over one's heart, making one feel exceptionally at ease.
Ye Qiu nodded and continued enjoying the delicious meal.
Xue Ke's melodious zither music drifted into his ears, winding and graceful, as though it could cleanse the soul.
Yet Ye Qiu harbored a question in his heart: what exactly had happened to Tang Yuehua back then?
He had tried asking before, but Tang Yuehua had skillfully avoided the subject every time.
This time, he did not ask again.
He knew Tang Yuehua still would not tell him.
Nor was Ye Qiu discouraged.
As time passed, he would gradually come into contact with it, understand it, until he experienced it for himself.
Time passed slowly, and before they knew it, noon had arrived.
Ye Qiu brought Chou Hentian to Moonlight Pavilion.
In this place of elegance and tranquility, Chou Hentian looked at the beautiful and noble Tang Yuehua before her.
Her eyes shone with admiration, curiosity, and confusion.
Tang Yuehua's temperament was completely unlike that of the Clear Sky Sect disciples.
It was difficult to associate this noble and elegant woman with those burly, heartless, and faithless Clear Sky Sect disciples.
Tang Yuehua smiled faintly. Naturally, she had noticed the uncertainty and unease in Chou Hentian's eyes.
She circulated her Soul Power.
A faint yellow moonlight seemed to radiate from her body, making her resemble a goddess descended into the mortal world.
The nobility about her did not make