Ye Jiuliang stretched out her hand, and upon closer inspection, her fingertips were trembling.
A few seconds passed before her hand fell limply.
She slowly lowered her head, a flush of red tinging the corners of her eyes.
"Li Mochan, I'll go to Beisen tomorrow to take care of the withdrawal procedures and roast that big white goose from Mo Garden to eat before I return to Country Y."
Her hoarse voice gradually turned into a choke, "Li Mochan, are you still holding a grudge against me for the time I left you behind, so you keep scaring me, huh?"
Then there was a terrifying silence; there was neither the man's low chuckle nor his cool and refreshing voice.
Mist filled her eyes, and the tears she had been holding back could be restrained no longer, falling like pearls off a string.
Ye Jiuliang clutched his hand tightly, burying her head into the brocade covers, where her cold tears bloomed on the purple fabric, leaving faint traces.
