In the soft moonlight, Du Yunluo could only see Mu Lianxiao's eyes.
His eyelashes were thick and long, making his eyes particularly deep.
Listening to Du Yunluo's soft hum, a sudden hint of a smile appeared in Mu Lianxiao's eyes, and his gaze, cool and clear, seemed to have a shimmer.
The smile grew wider, even his lips curled into a grin.
Mu Lianxiao, with an easy demeanor, said in a low voice, "Because I've been watching you all along."
He kept watching Du Yunluo, watching her stitch shoe insoles for him, her slender fingers moving back and forth before him, simple movements yet exceedingly beautiful.
In a household like the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, would they ever lack insoles or underclothes?
All it would take is a word, and by tomorrow, a whole bundle of insoles could be made.
But Du Yunluo wanted to make them herself, it was all her heartfelt intention.
Just like Mu Lianxiao's childhood memory of Mrs. Zhou sitting by the table stitching insoles for Mu Yuance.
