With the dropped curtain, Chen Rong turned her head to look at the tall shadow under the faint starlight.
All of a sudden, the atmosphere settled into silence.
“Ah Rong of the Chen house,” whispered Wang Hong at length.
“Aye.”
“Do you really like me?” he asked after a short pause.
Flustered, Chen Rong slowly moved her lips to reply: “How many girls can resist admiring you?”
Wang Hong spoke no more.