After Su Luo entered, Chen Changming flashed inside as well, casually shutting the stone door behind him and activating the formation at the same time.
A pale azure glow enveloped the entire cave residence, sealing off all sound and sight from the outside world.
The cave residence fell quiet, with only the soft echo of their breathing lingering in the air.
Su Luo turned around, her eyes brimming with apology.
She raised the paper and brush in her hands and swiftly wrote a line of small characters, her handwriting delicate and earnest: "Young Master Chen, I mean no harm. I deeply apologize for disturbing you so late at night."
Chen Changming nodded. His gaze, calm as still water, rested on Su Luo as he smiled faintly. "Miss Su Luo, you seem different from the others..."
He had been in the Su Clan for more than ten years and had encountered quite a few members of the family—Su Ping's arrogance, Su Yin's scrutiny, Su Ying's spoiled haughtiness, Su Qingshan's overbearing manner.
They all made him feel as though they stood high above everyone else, exceedingly arrogant, as if members of the Su Clan were born a cut above outer disciples.
Even when Su Qingshan had asked him to marry into the family, his words had been steeped in the oppressive air of one in a superior position, as though refusing would mean missing a heaven-sent opportunity and regretting it for the rest of his life.
The Su Luo before him was completely unlike those people.
Not only did she lack the slightest air of superiority, she even seemed somewhat timid and hesitant around him, as if afraid of saying the wrong thing or doing something wrong.
That cautious bearing did not seem feigned. Rather, it was a habit formed through long