A full-stomatched Murong Zhining seemed particularly quiet. She sat inside the carriage, silently combing her long hair. The scattered sunlight pierced through the window and danced upon her, painting the girl so pure that it hastened Chiyun Yuexuan’s heartbeat.

Chiyun Yuexuan quietly looked at her. Suddenly she felt so strange in one moment, then familiar in the next. Chiyun Yuexuan once again fell into the endless cycle of questions he set for himself, which drove him to the verge ...