Zhao Linchuan raised an eyebrow and pressed on. "Then why do you never speak?"
Young Master of Fate shook her head again, still silent.
Looking at those clear yet silent eyes, Zhao Linchuan couldn't help laughing.
"Fine." He set down his teacup and shook his head. "You really are a mute bride."
He didn't press her any further. Everyone had their own secrets. If she didn't want to talk, he wouldn't ask.
Just then, a light and graceful set of footsteps sounded.
Zi Nu approached with elegant steps.
Today, she had changed into a long, deep-purple dress, tied at the waist with a ribbon in the same shade that accentuated her slender figure.
Her long hair was swept up high and adorned with several delicate silver ornaments, making her mature, alluring features seem all the more captivating.
Following the sound, Zhao Linchuan looked over and asked warmly, "Have you gotten used to life here?"
Zi Nu came closer and sat down beside him.
She lowered her head slightly and was silent for a moment before speaking. "Life here is very good." Her voice was gentle, though edged with complicated feelings. "It's just... I'm not quite used to it."
"Oh?" Zhao Linchuan's interest was piqued. "What do you mean?"
Zi Nu lifted her head and gazed out the window, as if looking toward some distant place.
"Life here is too peaceful," she said softly. "So peaceful that I don't even know what my purpose is anymore."
Zhao Linchuan didn't answer right away. He lifted his teacup, took a sip, and only then spoke slowly. "Cultivate immortality, live freely, and do what you want."
He looked at her. "You don't have to go out of your way to define your purpose. Isn't it enough to live happily?"
"Do you really have to