Early winter, the branches are withering, the moonlight is pale, casting sparse shadows on the ground, somewhat desolate.
A boy's thin silhouette walked out from this desolation, branch shadows cast between his brows, cold and gloomy.
However, when their eyes met, his pitch-black pupils suddenly swirled with light, his entire demeanor changed abruptly, calm and gentle, seemingly very well-behaved.
Tang Xiaobai's heart softened, and she unconsciously lowered her voice: "It's so late, why are you here alone?"
She had seen him when she came in earlier.
At that time, she was still a bit far away, and if not paying attention, she might have thought he was a night-watching servant.
But Tang Xiaobai was very familiar with her little ancestor's figure and recognized him at a glance.
It's just that Gu Family and Tang Jiaojiao were also there, so she did not call out.
Unexpectedly, after making a round, he was still here.
"Nothing to do, came out to see if Second Miss is back yet?"
