Many years later, when she recalled this moment, she would sigh and wish that she could spend her entire life like this, with Musheng by her side. What did it matter if she endured all manner of grievances, all sorts of pain?
...
After returning home, Mo Yao lay in bed complaining of a headache. Musheng gently massaged her forehead with her fingers, moving back and forth. Mo Yao just kept looking at her, causing Musheng to laugh: "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Because you're handsome!"
Mo Yao playfully retorted, even blinking an eye, and Musheng chuckled, pressed a few more times, then asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Her voice was low and gentle, filled with tenderness that one couldn't bear to let go of, for fear that they would never again hear such a beautiful voice in their lifetime.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
