The words of Chen Mo reached Cao Xiyue's ears, like the sunshine of a spring day. She nodded gently, her cheeks flushed red.
Then Chen Mo took off the robe he was wearing and draped it over Cao Xiyue's shoulders.
Cao Xiyue pulled the white robe closer in front of her, feeling the warmth of Chen Mo still lingering on the clothes. Her eyes turned into a spring of soft waves, whether recalling something or not daring to meet Chen Mo's gaze.
Before long, Liu Xuan rushed out with a team of constables.
"It's the young lady." Someone shouted.
"Daughter, daughter, are you alright?" Cao Benyuan, protected in the middle by the constables, rushed forward the moment he saw Cao Xiyue. He hugged Cao Xiyue tightly, feeling his previously anxious heart settle slightly.
However, when he saw his daughter's disheveled hair and the robe of Prince Zhen Nan upon her shoulders, Cao Benyuan's body stiffened suddenly, as if he had guessed something.
