A night passed. It was the next morning.
Ziyue opened her sleepy eyes with a languid look. She vaguely remembered that she had a dream last night but couldn't recall the content. So she rubbed her eyes and turned over, lying on her right side.
What she said to Mu Qianmei last night crowded into her mind. She faintly blushed as her memory came to her talking about Mo Huan.
He was cold and indifferent to almost everything around him. He often gave the impression that he lacked a sense of romance, but she couldn't help thinking of his handsome face.
She knew that Mo Huan was a warm-hearted man, though he always wore a cold face. That was why he repaid Mu Qianmei's saving his life with his whole life.
Ziyue reflected on her situation and found it similar to Mo Huan's.
They were two peopl
