"Tan'er? Tan'er... What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed." Mo Liancheng watched her with tender eyes, and in the depths of those profound pupils, the world had space for only her.
"Chengcheng..." Qu Tan'er suddenly threw herself into his arms.
She couldn't stop her tears; had he finally understood after waiting for so long?
"I made you wait for too long, I'm sorry," Mo Liancheng said softly.
"No, not long, really not long..." She had been prepared to wait a lifetime, how could half a year seem long to her?
Qu Tan'er wrapped her arms around his waist tightly and held on, though her eyes uncontrollably fell.
"Fool..." Mo Liancheng's light scolding was filled with indulgence.
Eighth Prince Manor, thanks to Zhao Qingyun and Yun Youlian's departure, was incredibly harmonious and peaceful.
And the next day, Mo Liancheng began attending the early court sessions.
A wave of turbulence arose in court, yet it was also exceedingly tense.
