Mu Nanshu lowered her head, and her tone suddenly became a bit aggrieved: "I don't dare anymore."
Actually, Mu Nanshu's tone wasn't really aggrieved; it was just low, gloomy, and melancholic...
Lu Cheng put down his chopsticks and decisively grabbed Mu Nanshu's hand to stand up: "Let's go, we'll go send off the luggage first."
Mu Nanshu silently followed Lu Cheng's hand all the way out the door, being led with vacant eyes.
Suggestions, Mu Nanshu really used to make them.
But she regretted them too.
"After all these years, haven't you gotten over it yet?" Lu Cheng asked soothingly after they had walked several hundred meters out the door.
Mu Nanshu just rubbed her eyes, her expression becoming a bit pale.
"The ancients said, 'When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it first frustrates his spirit and exhausts his muscles...'"
"This saying might not be true, but we can use it to comfort ourselves. I even think it's quite true."
"Because I am lucky."
