The quiet Mo Liancheng, possessed a charm that made it hard for one to bear looking away.
Her mood also gradually settled and calmed.
Thinking of the bits and pieces of this half month.
No matter what he said or did, he seemed somewhat dispirited. Though he appeared calm, it made her heartache all the more; she just hoped that when he woke, he would recover some. It was only just now that he seemed a bit better, though she still read the sorrow of losing a loved one in his eyes.
It's all right, she would accompany him through these tough days.
Gradually, he opened his somewhat hazy eyes and stared at her in a daze.
Her fingers gently played with the smooth locks of his hair that hung down…
"Tan'er, will you brew this kind of wine for me in the future, will you?"
"Yes, as long as you like it."
"Mhm. Like…"
Three days passed.
Eventually, the Qu Clan and the Mo Clan came up with a solution: a postponement scheme.
