The room fell silent.
No one spoke again. They could only hear each other's breathing.
In the end, the old nanny at the door could not help but say with red eyes, "Sir, since Miss likes it, let her be. It's rare for Miss to go out and even rarer for her to be happy. Even if it's a little unreasonable, we should try our best to go along with her. I'll explain to Madam."
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and then at the pale and sickly girl in front of him. He sighed inwardly and stopped hesitating. He walked to the desk and sat down.
A gentle smile appeared on Qin Weimo's face. She walked over and reached out her fair hand to gently pick up the ink stick.
Xiao Die quickly came over and added some water to the ink stone.