The study was indeed located in a secluded part of the orchid garden, far off the beaten path to the west window.
To reach it, one had to make a big detour from the main entrance to the study, a place not usually frequented by anyone.
Originally, the west window faced several delicate orchids, which served as Zhu Yourong's private scenery for idle musings or eye-soothing moments during her calligraphy practice.
But now, an utterly unexpected figure had appeared without any warning, peering through the west window and catching a glimpse of her private view...
The bright sunlight filtered through the leaves, slanting across the west window of Lan Xuan's study.
It also cast its slanting rays on the man and woman standing inside and outside the west window.
However, it did nothing to melt the tense, awkward atmosphere. Instead, Zhao Rong felt even more exposed, everything illuminated all too clearly.
If there were no surprises, he was caught red-handed by someone.
