Searching for the Great Sumeru Hammer

In the other rooms.

Listening to Ning Rongrong's cries rise and fall, from the bold, arrogant vigor at the beginning to the pleading sounds that seemed almost like sobs later on.

Xue Ke, who had originally been drowsy in bed, flushed bright red. She found it hard to imagine how Ning Rongrong had dared to provoke Ye Qiu.

Zhu Zhuqing wanted to calm herself and sleep, but that moving melody lingered endlessly by her ears. Her lovely face flushed as she could not help recalling the beautiful scenes she had once seen in Ye Qiu's mind.

After letting out a long breath.

Zhu Zhuqing immediately rose, sat cross-legged, and entered deep meditation.

Dugu Yan and Xiao Wu were no better off. Having experienced it themselves, they naturally understood the bittersweet feelings involved.

Xiao Lan, however, remained bewildered. She had not even recovered from Ye Qiu kissing her twice in front of everyone that day. Lying on the bed with her head tilted, her face was full of curiosity.

"What's wrong with Sister Rongrong? She clearly taught Xiao Lan before that it felt very nice."

Inside the dim room.

The flames of the crimson dragon-and-phoenix mandarin duck candles flickered continuously. Melted wax flowed down the candles drop by drop, like tears.

Ye Qiu had spent only one day in Ning Rongrong's little room, yet Ning Rongrong had already lost three things. Even as a little rich girl, tears filled her eyes, and her heart ached from the loss.

By the second day, Ning Rongrong truly could not hold on any longer. It was completely different from how she had sworn she would satisfy Ye Qiu.

But Ye Qiu understood as well. The road was long and difficult, and all things were hard at the start.

There was no need to rush.