Saint of Dark Monastery!
Zhang Wei's expression darkened slightly, his voice lowering to a near-whisper. "Rest now. You'll be accompanying me to the auction in a few hours. As for the aftermath at Qingyun, Raven can handle it."
Rose blinked in surprise, her eyes quivering for a moment as she processed his words.
Despite the slave seal binding her to him, Zhang Wei had never truly treated her as a slave.
He could have controlled her, bent her will to his, but instead, he had kept the seal as a backup, a safeguard he never truly abused.
It was strange, unsettling even, to receive care from someone who had such absolute power over her.
She had learned, after some time, that Zhang Wei had many women in his life.
Women who were more graceful, more delicate—ladies in the truest sense of the word.
Unlike her, fierce and hardened by battle, they were proper and refined.
Yet, despite this, here he was, showing her attention, giving her care.