Xiao Qing'Er knew that the two wanted to talk privately, so she immediately exited the palace and waited outside to prevent anyone from disturbing them.
The curtains were drawn, making the interior of the palace quite dim. The yellowish lamp light cast onto Yunxi's lamb-fat jade-like cheeks, radiant and delicate, though her weary appearance diminished some of her charm.
Her faint sandalwood lips curved with a hint of annoyance, her bulging chest gently moved with her breathing, and she turned her head to the side, avoiding Chen Mo's gaze.
Even though there were no words, Chen Mo's language seemed like an invitation for an explanation, a coaxing plea...
Chen Mo walked over, his hand behind his back moving slightly, revealing the prepared agate bracelet. He sat beside Yunxi, tightly close, embraced her shoulder, and turned her face toward him:
