Nangong Yi staggered into the room, the stench of alcohol heavy on him. He made his way directly to Mu Caiwei's bed, his gaze intense as he observed her. In a hoarse and somber tone, he asked, "Has Huo Yuan proposed to you?"
Mu Caiwei sat wrapped in her blanket on the couch, responding coldly, "Yes, he has."
"And… you, … have you agreed?"
While asking this, his voice was strained, his fists clenched tightly. Unbeknownst to him, his heart had risen to his throat, his palms slick with sweat, and his heart pounded nervously.
Unperturbed, Mu Caiwei glanced at him, responding coolly, "What's it to you?"
Stung by her sharp words, Nangong Yi paused before laughing at himself, "Indeed, I can't offer you the marriage you want, and I have no right to interfere in your affairs."
Mu Caiwei responded, "It's best that you understand this."
After this exchange, the atmosphere in the room became heavy and silent. All that remained was the sound of Nangong Yi's labored breathing.
