After their moment of tenderness, Han Qiushui was silent for a long time.

She leaned against the windowsill alone, her gaze drifting through the gap in the window to the courtyard below as she whispered, "You should go..."

Xiao Yu slowly walked to the window, staying close. "I came for you, and I'm taking you back. You're my woman!"

Han Qiushui glanced at him, frowning. "Don't give me that... You don't even love me!"