The moon hung over the willow treetops, and Muxi Tower was bathed in tranquillity. Nanxi's gentle voice, like a spring breeze or a light drizzle, softly narrated their story.

Recalling their past, her heart still couldn't settle. Those memories belonged solely to the two of them.

"Hmph!" Yimo snorted coldly. Looking at Mu Feng, his disdain was evident, finding him every inch detestable. "Why didn't you mention that you almost lost your life because of ...