"Hypocrite."
Mu Jingnan looked down at her from above, a slight curve on his thin lips, "You can also choose not to accept my good intentions."
The consequence of not accepting it would be waiting for death.
Thinking about death...
Well, forget it.
Compared to life, what does dignity count for?
Besides, her little life was precious, not something to be wasted casually.
She closed her eyes, pretending that nothing had happened.
And said nothing as well.
Mu Jingnan snorted coldly, signaling the guards to hurry and carry her away, so she wouldn't be an eyesore.
An Xuan and Mu Yanli went to the West Wing to play with Little Nuomi. Mu Jingnan returned indoors, only to see Situ Yunshu reading alone.
Her current temperament is growing increasingly fond of quietness.
In the past, making her sit quietly and read for half an hour was difficult.
Now, she could enjoy a cup of tea and a book, sitting for an entire afternoon.
