For a long while, she whispered softly, "Go back, Young Master Mu, tomorrow is your big wedding day."
Mu Yunshen held her, squinted his eyes, and chuckled lightly, "You keep reminding me that I'm getting married, why does it sound like you're jealous, hmm?"
"Whether I am jealous or not, what difference does it make?" Tang Sitian smiled faintly, "Even if I were jealous, could you not marry Miss Mo?"
Mu Yunshen didn't speak.
Although it was she who asked the question, his silence still felt like a needle pricking her heart, and suddenly she pushed him away and took a few steps back, "I... I need to go back to sleep."
Mu Yunshen's dark eyes watched her intently, and after half a minute, he said hoarsely, "Yes, go back to sleep."
Tang Sitian was somewhat surprised by his sudden compliance, but considering the wedding was tomorrow and he surely needed to return to Mo Lier, she lowered her gaze, "Yes, goodnight."
She turned and walked back.
"Sitian."
