Nalan Jing let out a light hum as a response.
Mu Qianyue's face flushed red, feeling an impulse to throw Jun Lintian out of the box.
"Master, when are you going to give birth to a little nephew for me?" Tong Ling asked with some excitement. Though he wasn't fond of the Master Patriarch, he was quite fond of his Master's baby.
"Ahem, let's eat, the dishes are getting cold." Mu Qianyue awkwardly coughed lightly, hurriedly changing the topic.
The night, as desolate as water, with the bright moon high in the sky.
On the eaves, a figure in red sat amidst the night breeze, with long hair fluttering, carrying a touch of solitude and desolation.
Slender, jade-like fingers held a wine jug, tilted his head back, gulping down a mouthful of strong liquor. The burning wine passed through his throat, numbing his nerves, yet couldn't numb that softness in his heart; instead, it became even clearer...
Gradually, it morphed into a cold and stunning face before his eyes.
