"Your coming-of-age hairpin ceremony is in three months, right." He had changed the subject too quickly, and Darling Qiao couldn't react quickly enough.
She gave a low "mhm," her cheeks still puffed out while in his embrace.
"Actually, I'm not angry at you." Mo Lian lifted up her small face. He closed in on her forehead and nuzzled gently. "I'm angry at myself for not protecting you well."
"You don't know how agonizing and regretful I felt when I saw those withered vines and snapped branches on the snowy peaks…" He murmured next to her ear, "But this is all in the past now. I don't want to know anything nor do I want to think about anything more. I just want you to stay by my side. From this moment on, don't leave me."
Qiao Mu actually didn't want to argue with him, but when she saw him wearing a mask of gentleness earlier, she felt irked for some reason.
