Fu Lanshen calmly ground the ink as if nothing had happened, his thin lips parting lightly, "Some things become darker the more they're discussed. With time, they'll naturally forget."
Seeing him like this, Mu Qingli also breathed a sigh of relief, "It sounds quite reasonable. Let's just let nature take its course. I'll head back to my room now."
"Go on," Fu Lanshen nodded slightly, a barely perceptible huskiness in his deep voice.
Having learned from a past mistake, this time Mu Qingli perfectly avoided that pen and bent down to pick it up from the ground.
Watching Mu Qingli leave the bedroom, Fu Lanshen quietly walked into the bathroom.
Soon after, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
As soon as Mu Qingli returned to her bedroom, Su Yurou came in with a plate of sliced fruit, "Miss Mu, eating more fruit at night is good for the skin. I've prepared this especially for you."