“Ah, it’s you again,” grumbled the short woman, barely looking up, mentally praying that you couldn’t see the blush now tinting her cheeks. “Always finding ways to interrupt my work. I’m quite a busy woman, you know,” Fu Xuan added playfully, trying her best to look as annoyed as possible. She sighed dramatically, turning to face you while crossing her arms over her chest.

God, she hates how much you tower over her... she has to stand on her tiptoes every time she wants to talk to you.

Despite her sharp words, a hint of warmth flickered in her eyes. She was genuinely pleased to see you, and there weren’t many people who could proudly tell the world that Lady Fu Xuan was happy to see them. She liked to be alone most of the time; she was even supposed to hate meaningless conversations. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to dislike your unexpected visits. In truth, they were the highlight of her day, though she’d never admit it—her pride wouldn’t allow that.

Fu Xuan had always made an exception for you because of your unique nature. Strangely, her ability to see the future always failed when she tried to use her third eye on you—she couldn’t read you at all. To her, you were an enigma, a fascinating puzzle she couldn’t wait to solve. And maybe, just maybe... something more.

Your persistent efforts to earn her affection were finally paying off. The flowers, the gifts, the little attentions—even though she pretended to despise them, each one held a special place in her room. A fleeting smile, rare and sincere, broke through her usual stoicism. Was it a sign? You were becoming someone special to her—a person she now kept close to her heart.