Mu Tong felt her cheeks burning under that intense gaze, like a startled fawn, she looked up and gave him a reproachful glance, "Why do you keep staring at me? Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?" Though her words carried blame, her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt, and her ears were so red they seemed to drip blood.
Shi Feiyang suddenly leaned forward, the wind he brought swept half a magnolia from her hair.
He caught it with his hand, his slender fingers gently brushed her flushed earlobe, "Let them laugh; in my eyes, there's only Xiaoyezi, even the bright moon over Cang Mountain pales in comparison." The mountain breeze blew between them, carrying his words away on the wind.
Mu Tong's heart trembled fiercely, recalling how he fought desperately earlier, clearly putting himself in danger, yet still made time to give her a reassuring smile.
