The two of them groped their way to the bed in the next room.
In the darkness of night, they embraced each other, savoring the rare quiet and peace.
Beyond their initial kiss, Mu Lianmiao didn't make any further moves on her, though she wouldn't have resisted even if something did happen.
In their past life, they were like the closest of kin, yet they had never breached the threshold of becoming lovers. It had become habit for her to dote on him and pamper him, never seeing any issue with it.
Mu Lianmiao lay on his side beside Musheng, caressing her skin, which was as white and delicate as ivory, until eventually his hand lay in hers, fingers intertwining, clasping tightly.
"You know, when I first heard the news of your death, I understood what despair tasted like."
