Ever since Fu qingchen and di Ling 'er's eyes met, Nangong Yu's eyes had never left him.
She had never seen such a gentle look in his eyes in all the years she had known him.
it was so gentle that it made her heart hurt.
Nangong Yu did not come back to her senses even after the two of them had left. She clenched her fists even harder until her nails dug into her flesh. Blood flowed from her fingertips, but she did not seem to feel it.
……
The night was slightly cold.
The wind blew, and the window curtains danced.
Di Ling 'er sat in front of the window, letting the night wind brush across her face.
A pair of lively and beautiful big eyes, even more dazzling than the moon in the sky.
"Ji Ji."
Jiji climbed up from the chair and sat on the window sill, imitating di Ling 'er's action. It held its cheeks with its hands and looked at the night sky without blinking.
