Nangong Mo quietly pulled down the blanket covering his face, lowered his eyes, and gazed at the gentle and serene sleeping face of the person in his arms. His eyes, like dark jade pools, overflowed with tenderness.
...
Yun Ran had been resting at the villa for three days, torn between returning to Qishan to continue the hunt or heading straight back to the capital.
She had seen and experienced what hunting had to offer, whereas in the capital, her medical clinic, judging by the days, should have been refurbished and ready, with the opening imminent.
However, Nangong Mo had been assassinated, and she was plotted against, all of which happened at Qishan. Returning there now, though delayed by a few days, might still uncover some clues.
Yun Ran immediately packed her bags, preparing to head to the Qishan hunting grounds.
