"Since ancient times, autumn is the season of loneliness and sorrow, but I say autumn days are better than spring mornings."
Yu Xian was nestled in the empty mansion, stroking the little white tiger that was just beginning to take shape, watching the withered leaves drifting down with the wind, feeling quite content.
One might even say extremely relaxed.
Because Chen Yi had taken Yulan up the mountain, it meant that there was no one around to watch him.
Although he appeared tough in front of Chen Yi, acting as if he could find as many women as he wanted.
But, in the end, he didn't dare to challenge Chen Yi's patience at the moment, fooling around in front of her.
What if one day she got irritated, if her instincts went wrong, and she suddenly wanted to convert to the emotionless path? Then he would be her first sacrifice.
This was not the world of his previous life.
