Car, headlights?

Could it be that the eldest young master has returned?

Uncle Yuan quickly went to the window and looked downstairs. He saw cars driving in and parking outside the gate.

The cars were all facing in one direction, their powerful headlights shining towards the windows of their young lady's room.

Uncle Yuan was stunned as he watched the person get out of the car.

That's... Mr. Ji?!

Mu Xiaocheng, who was kneeling on the ground and unable to move at all, suddenly felt a light appear before her eyes.

Although it wasn't as bright as before, at least she could see her surroundings.

The fear in my heart suddenly lessened.

Those images vanished completely at that moment.

This light...

She struggled to her feet, limped toward the window, and drew back the thin curtains.

Under the drizzle, Ji Huaishen stood by the car.

He was still wearing a black suit, handsome and dashing, standing by the car, looking in her direction.

Because the car headlights were too bright, Mu Xiaocheng couldn't see the expression on his face.

All she knew was that the moment she saw him, the fear in her heart vanished.

At that moment, white snowflakes drifted down from the sky, tinged with a golden glow under the car headlights.

It fell to the ground and dissolved.

More and more snowflakes fell, fluttering and dancing in the air.

Mu Xiaocheng saw the crystal-clear white snowflakes fall on Ji Huaishen's shoulder. He looked at her, the corners of his mouth turned up, and a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face.

Like the winter sun, it illuminated and warmed the cold, dark depths of her heart on this chilly night.

Mu Xiaocheng smiled at him, snowflakes falling one by one in front of her eyes.

As she laughed, tears suddenly streamed down her face.

It was a strange feeling—a sense of peace, hope, and emotion, or perhaps something even Mu Xiaocheng herself didn't know… a nameless sentiment.

At this moment, even if we are speechless, it speaks louder than a thousand words.

In that instant, the lights in the room suddenly turned on.

As a result, the outside also became brighter.

Uncle Yuan and the servants breathed a sigh of relief and hurried downstairs to open the door for Ji Huaishen.

Mu Xiaocheng then limped to open the door.

She took a step, but her knees hurt terribly, and she gasped.

After opening the door, I wanted to get down, but I had to give up because my knees hurt too much.

She stared at her knees, where her pants were stained red from the blood.

Fortunately, the wound wasn't deep and stopped bleeding.

It just hurts a lot.

Mu Xiaocheng pouted and was about to roll up her trouser leg when she heard hurried footsteps. Then, a tall figure appeared in front of her.

Ji Huaishen, panting heavily, squatted down without hesitation. His dark eyes glanced at her wound, then fell on her tear-streaked face.

A sharp pain shot through my heart, as if something was tugging at it.

His eyes darkened, and he asked Uncle Yuan, who had followed him, "Do you have a first-aid kit?"

Uncle Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I'll go get it right away."

Then, he got up, tore off two pieces of paper, and squatted down in front of her again.

Gently wipe her face.

Feeling his touch, Mu Xiaocheng subconsciously shrank back, but did not reject it.

This was the first time she had ever stared at him so closely.

He is very good-looking.

Handsome features, fair skin...

At that moment, Ji Huaishen, who was carefully wiping her face, seemed to sense something. He suddenly looked up and met her watery eyes. For a moment, their eyes met.

An ambiguous atmosphere gradually rose in the room.