Embracing the scenery, she left through the back door of the boudoir. Once outside that place filled with the scent of cosmetics, looking at her flushed face under the moonlight, Mo Qing's heart suddenly softened.

Feng Guang has never been good at drinking; she gets drunk quickly but doesn't fall asleep easily. With her eyes half-open, she hiccuped, cupped his face in her hands, and asked with a frown, "Mo Qing, is it really you?"

"It's me." It was already late at night, and there were no other pedestrians on the street, so he could carry her slowly along the road, and the night breeze could help her sober up a bit.

"Why are you here? Weren't you ignoring me?" Feng Guang wrapped her arms around his neck again, nuzzling against his chest. She mumbled sleepily, "I know. If I hadn't stubbornly stuck by your side, you would have ignored me long ago..."

He looked down at her. "Why do you think that?"

“Because I’m always the one who initiates contact and talks to you. Actually, I have absolutely no interest in those woods and herbs… but since you like them, I can only stand by and watch you do what you love…” As she spoke, she pouted again, feeling wronged. “I know… in your heart, I’m not as important as those herbs and woods…”

If he had someone else in his heart, that would be fine, because at least that person is a living being. But if his heart is filled with inanimate objects, he wouldn't like living people, which made her even sadder.

Mo Qing paused for a moment and said, "You can choose to give up and never come near me again."

"I want to too..."

He stopped in his tracks, and the surrounding temperature seemed to suddenly drop in temperature.

Feng Guang pressed her face against his chest and said in distress, "But I just can't do it!"

Mo Qing's cold expression softened somewhat as he carried her forward, his voice as calm as ever, "Why can't you do it? Your interest comes and goes quickly."

“I just can’t do it…” she wailed in anguish. “I’m annoyed too, you know, but… maybe soon I’ll get over it and stop bothering you.”

Do you think that's possible?

"Yes..." She yawned, nodded lazily, and said, "Maybe when I meet a better man in the future, I'll like him, and he'll like me too... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

She screamed as the hand on her waist tightened its grip.

She said with displeasure, "What are you doing?"

"I'm reminding you, stop dreaming."

"Am I dreaming? Am I just imagining a wonderful future?"

“Then I advise you to think of something more realistic,” he said in a low voice, his dark and deep eyes conveying a sense of unfathomable fear. “If you dare to take a fancy to one man, I’ll kill one; if you dare to take a fancy to two, I’ll kill both. I want to see what kind of man will dare to risk his life to take you away in the end.”

"Mo Qing!" she yelled, "You've gone too far! You don't like me, but you won't let me like anyone else! I don't want to be an old maid who can't get married!"

"Really?" A slight smile played on his lips. "So your biggest wish is to get married?"

She was stunned for a moment, her mind even more confused. "Isn't it natural for a girl to want to get married when she reaches the right age?"

“Since you want to get married, then go ahead and get married. The moonlight is just right tonight…” He lowered his head slightly, smiled at her innocent eyes, and said, “Why don’t we consummate our marriage first?”