If the Song family's direct descendants are already having such a hard time, how much better off can a married woman with a child be?
The two walked until they stood at the entrance of Songyue Inn, where Mo Lan stopped and said, "I've arrived."
Qin Su looked at Mo Lan, then looked up at the signboard of Songyue Inn, and her lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. "What a coincidence, I'm also staying here."
Mo Lan: "..."
"Let's go, have a cup of tea together." Seeing Mo Lan's dazed expression, Qin Su couldn't help but chuckle and took the lead into the inn.
What could Mo Lan say as she watched Qin Su's retreating figure?
I followed them directly.
A few steps behind, Tingyu and the others watched the two figures disappear into the lobby, grinning smugly. "See? I told you Miss Molan had feelings for my master. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone beyond just seeing her to the door, she would have taken her to the guest room as well."
Han Shuang glanced at the inn, then turned to look at Ting Yu, "...Don't you ever think before you speak?"
They already live here, so it's not certain who will see whom off. But the way they put it, it's as if the eldest brother is reluctant to leave Prince Qin, which is utter nonsense.
Wufeng stood beside Tingyu, watching her colorful expressions after being teased, and couldn't help but laugh. "Miss Hanshuang, could it be that you're also staying at Songyue Inn?"
"Hmm," Han Shuang looked at Wu Feng, finally someone with a brain had come out.
Listening to the Rain: "..."
How can you blame him?
Most people would think the same way he does, right?
Qin Su stayed in the backyard of the inn, where there was a welcoming pine tree right at the entrance. Under the cool night sky, red lanterns illuminated two figures sitting opposite each other, brewing tea by candlelight.
In the north, the nights are already a bit chilly. A waning moon hangs in the sky, and a few sparse stars are scattered around, adding a touch of gloom to the night.
However, brewing tea around a charcoal stove has a unique charm.
Mo Lan watched Qin Su fiddling with the tea set, resting her chin on her hand as she waited. "It's a dark and windy night, yet you seem to have quite the refined taste."
"Life is tough, you have to find some fun in life." Qin Su said, looking up at the sparse starry sky above, then at the equally relaxed Mo Lan, "Let's chat. Would you like to be my friend?"
"Hmm? Why do you think we're not friends right now?" Hearing Qin Su's tone and staring into his deep eyes, Mo Lan looked at him in surprise.
"How can friends be so aloof as you are?" This woman was as slippery as an eel. Whenever he tried to close the distance between them, she would either blatantly distance herself or pretend to be clueless and change the subject.
From childhood to adulthood, countless people have wanted to get close to him, but he has always been the one to reject others, never imagining that one day he would be rejected.
Since meeting Mo Lan, he has been rejected many times, and he has gradually gotten used to it, no longer feeling the irritability and anger he felt the first time.
Even now, looking back, he feels nothing but helplessness and has no other thoughts.
Mo Lan switched hands and continued to rest her chin on her hand, looking at Qin Su's rather resentful gaze, and asked.
How do you view the word "friend"?
"Friends...it's too much to say they're completely open and honest, but it's only natural to occasionally exchange ideas, have a drink together, and enjoy each other's company." Qin Su thought about her own relationship with her friends and carefully analyzed her own perspective.
"Ha~, from what you're saying, it sounds like you're just a fair-weather friend, or more accurately, you're looking for a soulmate, and I'm not right for you."
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