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 ...