Before long, she was in another embrace. Yun Wanqing carefully clung to the edge of Mo Yuanlin's sleeve. She didn't feel safe around any man outside the Yun Family.
"Don't be afraid, I will be very careful. I promise not to drop you."
Seeing the little hand grasping his sleeve tightly, Mo Yuanlin couldn't help but chuckle. A strange feeling rose within him; he felt this little baby was extraordinarily bright.
Just a month old and already knowing to hold onto something. It's amazing, making him feel as though the little baby could understand what was being said.
[Oh, who would've thought this emperor, who died young and suddenly, would be so gentle.]
Yun Wanqing relaxed a bit, looking up quietly at the young man who exuded natural majesty and was sacred and inviolable. Her gaze suddenly contracted.
With a crack~
A faint sound spread out, the teacup in Yun Zhan's hand cracked, a fleeting surprise crossed his eyes, and a great wave surged in his heart.
The Emperor, died young?
