She couldn't move or see, only feel...
Cui Jue didn't answer Di Yao's question; instead, he leisurely surveyed the room's furnishings.
This room was specially prepared for Di Yao. Before she moved in, the bed and bedding were replaced with new ones, their gaudy colors clashing with the room's style, looking utterly incongruous.
Cui Jue touched the bed canopy with his finger and said, "Some things you'll find out soon enough, and they should answer all your doubts."
"By the way, do you need a mirror?" He looked at Di Yao's head, his question seemingly pointless.
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