The night was hazy, shadows like startled swans flitting by.
Tang Xiaobai hadn't seen him land yet, but she joyfully leaped into his arms.
The young man's arms spread like wings, catching her securely.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, unable to suppress her laughter.
Li Mu was a bit flustered by the favor, haphazardly kissing her temple, and feeling the furry cloak on the girl, he softly asked, "Did Ah Jiao miss me?"
The girl buried her face in the crook of his neck, nodding vigorously.
Li Mu suddenly tightened his embrace, unable to stop himself from laughing too.
The cloak's fur was dense and soft, and holding her felt like cradling a soft, docile little creature. The comfort and warmth made him feel light-headed, and without thinking, he said, "I'll leave Mo Huan with you. If you miss me, just have Mo Huan deliver the message."
