Yin Qinghe felt that things should finally calm down tonight.
Even if Qin Yu was obsessed with those silly things, Zhao Mengli had always been diligent in cultivation, and honestly… she was quite afraid of that sort of thing.
She'd seen it all for herself these past few days.
If not for her guidance, Mengli might have been so nervous she couldn't even enter the bridal chamber.
She still had absolute confidence in her precious little cabbage!
No way could Mengli be like Qin Yu, wasting time and wasting talent!
This night, the wind and rain grew gentler, turning into a soft drizzle.
After the rain stopped, Yin Qinghe thought she'd finally get a nice sleep, so she washed up with cold water, threw on a thin gauze at random, and walked out.
When you're alone at home, you can be as casual as you like!
But as she looked around the empty room, she couldn't help but sigh quietly with a touch of melancholy.
Then, she lay down on the bed and gently closed her eyes.
