Looking into Wang Xuan's eyes, her heart was filled with joy, but with him right in front of her, she had no right to embrace him.
The girl's heart was tangled with worries that no one else could understand. Her relationship with Wang Xuan was ambiguous, more than friends but less than lovers.
When she found out that Wang Xuan was about to become a father, to get married and have children, she was also helpless.
"Have you eaten? I saved you a braised colorful pheasant," Wang Xuan suddenly held a plate of fragrant roast chicken in his hands.
Foxes, after all, liked chicken the most.
"I won't eat it." Tu Yingying wrinkled her nose and turned away.
She said no, but in her heart, she was tempted.
Wang Xuan placed the plate in the air and stretched lazily, moonlight pouring down like mercury, turning the earth into a snow-covered landscape.
