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The room was silent as Ye Zifen lay gently on the soft bed.

At this moment, a steady and even breathing sound finally came from the direction of Zhang Gaoyi.

The sound was like a soft lullaby, flowing slowly in the air.

Zhang Gaoyi might be wandering in his dreams. Maybe he is dreaming about some beautiful things, or scenes that make him feel safe and happy.

No matter what the dream was like, it would surely allow him to get enough rest and relaxation in this quiet night.

In fact, even if a person's changes are not expressed in words, these changes can still be keenly perceived by those who truly care about her and understand her.

Just like Ye Zifen at this moment, the confidence and composure she exudes is enough to make people around her feel her inner growth and transformation even without her saying much.

As for Zhang Gaoyi, looking at Ye Zifen now, he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy in his heart.

In his eyes, Ye Zifen at this moment was like a beautiful butterfly that had just emerged from its cocoon.

After a long wait and hard work, she finally broke free from the cocoon that bound her, spread her colorful wings, and prepared to fly to the vast sky that belonged to her.

The sky before dawn was still shrouded in darkness. Everything was silent, with only a few sparse stars twinkling faintly in the sky.

However, Zhang Gaoyi got up early, walked impatiently to Ye Zifen's door and called softly: "Zifen, wake up! It's getting late, you have to go to court today, don't miss the important things, get up quickly!"

There was a slight noise coming from the house first, followed by Ye Zifen's lazy response.

She slowly opened her beautiful eyes, and heard Zhang Gaoyi's call while she was sleepy. A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if this morning greeting made her feel particularly warm.

Then, she supported her body with her hands and slowly sat up.

In the darkness, Ye Zifen's eyes gradually became clear and bright.

She shook her head gently to wake herself up from her sleep.

After a brief pause, she reached out her hand and groped towards the bed, accurately grabbing the clothes that Nanny Qi had carefully prepared for her yesterday.

When your fingers touch the dress, you will feel the cool and smooth material, and the delicate touch makes you unable to let it go; if you look closely, you will find that the stitching is so fine that the gaps are almost invisible, which shows the maker's care and superb craftsmanship.

Since she didn't hold an official position yet, she naturally had to wear her own clothes.

Ye Zifen skillfully began to tidy up her clothes. She first put her top on gently, and then quickly tied the belt around her waist.

With every move she made, she looked more neat, upright and heroic.

Not only that, she also deliberately chose a neutral style for her makeup today.

Standing in front of the bronze mirror, she held an eyebrow pencil and carefully and meticulously drew the shape of her eyebrows. The originally soft eyebrows instantly gained a bit of heroic spirit.

Then, she lightly applied blush to add a little natural blush to her fair cheeks, and finally lightly touched her lipstick to make her lips appear delicate and tempting.

Every movement is so cautious, as if carving a precious work of art.

After everything was packed up, Ye Zifen walked lightly to Zhang Gaoyi and asked shyly, "Is this appropriate?"

Zhang Gaoyi looked at Ye Zifen, who had a new look, with his eyes full of pride and love. He looked her up and down intently, nodded and praised her repeatedly, "Oh, that's great! This outfit is both dignified and heroic, and will definitely show extraordinary style when you go to court. Go well!"

Ye Zifen nodded slightly to show her agreement, and a gleam of determination flashed quickly in her beautiful eyes.

Then, she turned around without hesitation and walked out with light but steady steps.

It was still dark at this time, and a gentle breeze blew in, carrying a slightly cool feeling.

The breeze blew across the corners of Ye Zifen's clothes, causing her skirt to flutter gently in the wind.

However, her steps were not affected at all, and she still appeared steady and powerful.

She walked slowly, step by step, towards the court full of unknowns.

Zhang Gaoyi stood in the same place, staring at Ye Zifen's back as she walked away. His eyes were like two burning flames, closely following the gradually receding figure.

Not until Ye Zifen's figure completely disappeared from his sight did he prop himself up with some difficulty and slowly sit up from the bed.

In fact, he had long been unable to hold back the urge to get up and move around.

You know, although she did feel a little tired in the military camp the day before, the actual situation was far from as serious as Ye Zifen had imagined.

Perhaps, someone as smart as Ye Zifen had already seen through his true physical condition, and she was just annoyed that he did not take care of his own health, so she deliberately made him lie in bed as a small punishment.

Now, Ye Zifen was going to court, and it was her first time to attend court and she was the only woman in the court.

It is conceivable that this will inevitably attract great attention and spotlight from everyone.

In this case, it is estimated that Ye Zifen will not return too early.

Thinking of this, Zhang Gaoyi silently began to put on his clothes.

His movements seemed a little slow, and it seemed that every movement he made brought a heavy feeling.

After taking a deep breath, he slowly straightened his body, like a pine tree that has experienced the baptism of wind and rain but still stands tall.

At first, he just gently moved his slightly stiff arm, trying to get the blood flowing again.

Then he took a small and cautious step forward. Although this step was short and slow, the determination contained in it was extremely firm.

In this way, he moved slowly in the room, step by step.

Sometimes his eyes would be attracted by the pot of gorgeous flowers placed by the window inside the house and stay there for a moment; sometimes he would turn to the door, with an indescribable expectation in his eyes, as if the person he was worried about might appear outside the door at any time.

The whole room was unusually quiet. Apart from his own light footsteps, there was no other sound.

And the sound of his footsteps was like a silent melody, silently expressing his deep inner anxiety and endless concern for someone.