The night was cool as water.
Chunyu Yan leaned against the window, his mask's sharp edges making him look like a millennia-old fox demon who had just learned to take human form, all smiles on the surface but none beneath.
"Crashing into someone's room in the dead of night, isn't that your usual tactic?"
Feng Yun thought about it and agreed.
She sat up, clutching the quilt and watching him.
"So may I ask, Princely Heir, what brings you here at this late hour?"
Chunyu Yan laughed, "Wasn't it you who called for me?"
Feng Yun replied with a sneer.
"If the Princely Heir wants to see Lian Ji, just say so. Don't be sneaky and idiotically transparent! Schemes are useless; if you truly have feelings for Lian Ji, show her your sincerity..."
Chunyu Yan, finding the woman in the bed interesting, smiled playfully as he fidgeted with the Suiyu Sword in his hand and asked softly.
"How should I show you sincerity?"
He straightened up and passed the hilt of the sword to Feng Yun.