The cringeworthy conversation dragged on late into the night. Xiyue Frost never stopped taking notes, saying, in her own words, that it was always useful to write things down. This left Feng Hao speechless.
Late at night, Feng Hao habitually sat down and began to cultivate. Xiyue Frost didn't leave; instead, she started cultivating alongside him.
The next morning, they opened their eyes one after the other. After exchanging a cold glance, they reverted to their previous dynamic, as if nothing had happened the night before.
"Let's get something to eat and get ready for enrollment," Feng Hao said with a strange expression.
Xiyue Frost hmphed lightly, stood up, and returned to her room, a cold expression fixed on her face as if her persona from the previous night had been nothing but a dream.
