Yun Mo bade the Yun family elder and Deng Jiaru goodnight. His long hand naturally reached for Qiao Xiaon'an's fair hand, tenderly interlocking and nestling it in his palm before he strode away.
As soon as he stepped out of the Yun Mansion's dining room, he was welcomed by a refreshingly cool breeze, not cold, but invigorating. The moonlight cast a long shadow, imbuing him with a charm as graceful as a tall, straight tree. Walking snugly beside him, Qiao Xiaon'an saw their combined reflections on the stone path and felt a profound sense of happiness in that shared moment.
The Yun family's old house was built in a blend of Eastern and Western styles, vaguely reminiscent of ancient estates. Yet, it wasn't dilapidated, it looked quaint and had its charm. The walk from the dining room to Yun Mo's bedroom took two to three minutes, during which Qiao Xiaon'an kept chattering away.
Qiao Xiaon'an: "Amo, I have work tomorrow morning. Will you take me to Tongyu Group?"
Yun Mo: "Hmm."
