Yu Tingwan felt regret for not getting an answer from Wei Zhao.
The window was ajar, allowing the wind to seep in.
She put down the scissors, carefully stored away the large and small wedding characters, fearing they might be blown all over the floor, and didn't forget to press down the stone Wei Zhao had thrown to her earlier.
She was about to go out and ask Hui Niang if there was anything she could help with.
The little girl had just taken a few steps when she heard a rustling behind her. She suddenly sensed something was wrong and turned her head to see Wei Zhao, who had been feigning dead just now, half sitting up.
His face was pale, his arms were weak, as he turned sideways to reach for the scissors Yu Tingwan had forgotten on the wooden table by the bed.
Wei Zhao met Yu Tingwan's death stare, yet his face showed no hint of embarrassment from being caught out.
