Xian'er smiled wryly, "But that girl seems like a child in your eyes..."
Mo Han's hand stiffened slightly, and he frowned slightly, as Qing'er's thoughts echoed in his mind—
"You lousy master, you don't care about me at all, I don't want this master anymore!"
"You bastard! You value women over your son! I'm running away from home! Waaaaah..."
Mo Han frowned, and actually became a little worried.
Xian'er smiled slightly, picked up her teacup, and took a small sip. "I think Young Master Mo Han, your master and junior brother are both calm and composed figures, so..."
Xian'er's smile carried a hint of sarcasm. "Your apprentice must be one too, right?"
Mo Han didn't say anything, but glared at Xian'er and ran out of the room.
Xian'er swirled her teacup, then said with a bored expression, "Indeed, all men in the world are fickle..."
"Girl, you're mistaken. In this world, only men who are lonely at heart are philanderers!" Suddenly, a male voice with a smile rang out in the room.
Xian'er was startled, staring in surprise at the man who emerged from behind the screen, his handsome features accompanied by an arrogant and unrestrained smile...
A strange sense of familiarity washed over him, and his heart pounded wildly: "What's going on? Why am I feeling this strange man..."
Mo Chen walked up to Xian'er, looked at her veiled face, and frowned slightly. "Uh? I feel like I've seen you before..."
"Who...who are you?" Xian'er blushed slightly and couldn't help but take a step back. "Have you been hiding behind the screen all this time?"
"Hiding? Heh, he just knows some stealth techniques." With that, he turned around, sat down in his chair, pushed aside his teacup, and flipped his hand to place a bottle of strong liquor on the table. "Mo Han always explains things so clearly, wasting time. If you ask me—it could have been solved with just a glass of wine!"
Xian'er looked at Mo Chen with curiosity. He drank his wine as if nothing was wrong, completely ignoring her, yet she didn't feel resentful; instead, she felt it was perfectly normal.
"Hey!" Mo Chen glanced at Xian'er. "Miss, would you like to have a drink together?"
Xian'er blinked and involuntarily sat down in front of him. Seeing this, Mo Chen excitedly poured her wine, his manner bold yet not rude.
Mo Li left, Mo Han left, and only he was left drinking alone. Mo Chen was lonely!
Looking at the clear wine in the jade cup, Xian'er felt a warmth in her heart, a warmth that came from the depths of her soul, even more so than the superficial warmth of the hot tea.
Removing her veil, Xian'er raised her wine glass. Once upon a time, she pretended to be a lady, studying dance; she feigned strength and assertiveness, yet stubbornly indulged in her own decadence…
Tick-tock...
Xian'er's tears fell involuntarily, dripping onto the table with a soft pattering sound.
Mo Chen looked up in surprise, meeting those tear-filled eyes, and immediately stood up abruptly—
"Hua Yuxian?! So it was you!"
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