He was the fearsome Ninth Prince, Mo Ye Cheng.
Though she appeared to be a worldly woman, she was still inexperienced. Everyone knew that there was a woman at Xiyan Pavilion...
She could control the board, and her calm eyes revealed her cool detachment. But in front of him, she was just a spineless little girl.
“For this lifetime, I will have only her.” His gaze was icy. “In front of me, she can lower her guard and be at ease. She doesn't have to be a prickly little vixen. She can simply be herself.”
“Xingxing, deep in the night, I know the snow is thick. Now and then, I hear bamboo branches snap.”
“Luo Xing, may I be by your side for the rest of your life?”
During the time they were apart, she was like a thorny rose. In her quiet life, he was her light, and she was his salvation. After all the twists and turns, he was still the boy she loved.
