Mu Qianyue's eyes squinted slightly, and the image of the man wearing a silver mask involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
Despite the rumors that the Ghost King was terrifying, eating people without even spitting out bones, she had to take her chances for the sake of her own life.
"Alright, it's getting late, I should go back to sleep." Mu Qianyue said while yawning.
With a swift movement, she brought Nalan Jing back into the house.
"Don't leave, darling, I'm afraid of the dark..." Someone pitifully tugged at her sleeve.
Mu Qianyue's heart softened at once, she held his hand, gently patting the back of his hand, her tone tender and soothing, "Be good, don't be afraid, I'm here, you can sleep peacefully."
After coaxing Nalan Jing to sleep, Mu Qianyue quietly breathed a sigh of relief and stealthily left the room.
Watching the girl's departing figure, a glint of dazzling light flashed in Nalan Jing's intoxicating purple eyes like glazed crystal.
