Halfway through Xu Shi, Howard walked out of Cheng Yunzhi’s study. He stood still under the eaves of the gallery, his phoenix eyes raised slightly, and he looked towards the sky without stars and moon. The cold night looked like Chen Mo, who was too thick to melt, and his eyes were like that. The ink is generally dim and dull.
For a moment, Howard retracted his gaze and asked, “You quietly rested?”
Aunt Liang stood by the side, “Yes, the slave and maid just went to see it, the young lady is asleep.”
Howard pondered for a moment, and he walked towards the thin courtyard and entered the courtyard gate. Sure enough, seeing the lights in her boudoir dim, he slowly walked up the steps and pondered for a moment in front of her door.
Aunt Liang stood in the distance and didn’t know what to do. After a while, Howard turned around and left. This time he went straight out of the gate of Cheng’s house.
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