The delicate fragrance of pear blossoms seems to waft from all over the mountains.

Mu Ange couldn't help but want to get closer to her.

In an instant, the ambiguous scent of pear blossoms, like a gentle spring breeze, enveloped the two of them, intertwining and inseparable.

An Ning struggled silently, but he gripped her wrist even tighter.

"You still dare to bully me..."

Before he could finish his lecture, An Ning's eyes suddenly reddened and filled with tears. She pouted and burst into tears as she looked at him.

Mu Ange panicked.

He quickly let go of her hand, looking helplessly as she shed tears in front of him.

"Did I hurt you?" Mu Ange didn't know where things went wrong. She was the one who provoked him first, so what was going on now? Was he not even allowed to scare her a little?

Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam; she bit her lip tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Minglan is dead, sob sob sob!"

An Ning mumbled something incoherently, leaning against the palace wall in utter despair, letting sorrow and pain engulf and swallow her.

The cold moonlight shone on her thin figure, and all she could feel was sadness and grief.

That's probably what happens when you drink too much; you might laugh out loud for no reason or cry out of nowhere.

The thought of Minglan made Anning feel terrible, as if a stone was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Unable to find any outlet for her emotions, she could only cry like a child, fueled by alcohol.

Mu Ange reached out and pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her back as his aunt used to comfort him when he was little.

Aside from his aunt, he never paid attention to anyone else. He was cold and ruthless, but now he couldn't control himself. He couldn't control himself when he saw her sad and crying. Now, he didn't want to control himself anymore!

Anning's little hands tugged at Mu Ange's collar, burying her face in his chest.

Mu Ange listened to her weak sobs, his brows never relaxed, and even though his clothes were soaked with tears, he seemed unaware. He didn't know how to describe this feeling: heartache?

So, he could also feel sorry for other women besides his aunt?

I don't know how much time has passed.

The person in my arms was breathing erratically, but gradually the breathing became steady.

Mu Ange looked down: Asleep?

"pig."

Mu Ange accused in a low voice.

"Hmm~"

Mu Ange picked Anning up horizontally, which made Anning snort in dissatisfaction.

Even though the night wind was chilly, Anning, nestled in Mu Ange's arms, didn't feel it at all.

In the cabin.

Mu Ange carefully placed her on the bed.

And, for the first time ever, he tucked the blanket around her.

"Mu Ange".

An Ning suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him. She called out as she watched his departing figure, but the drunkenness in her eyes was still very strong.

Mu Ange stopped in his tracks, turned around to look at her, his clear eyes were as bright as the brightest star in the night sky, and his pure heart was only revealed to her.

An Ning grinned: "Come here."

As she spoke, Anning beckoned to him with her finger.

Mu Ange looked at him with disdain: How could I possibly be so easily dismissed as a mere puppy?

Anning urged, "Hurry up!"

Mu Ange walked over slowly with a gloomy face, as if possessed.

"What is it?"

An Ning blinked, her eyes sparkling: "I've fallen for someone."

Mu Ange was slightly taken aback, his heart pounding with excitement, and he asked himself repeatedly: Is it me?

An Ning shook her head: "No, it was a masked man. He saved my life, and I should repay that kindness with my body!"

Bang!

An Ning lay on the bed, staring blankly as Mu Ange, with a gloomy face, kicked open the door and left without saying a word...

She rubbed her head, and soon started alternating between crying and laughing again.

The black wind outside remained expressionless: Still not sober?