At least here, the heart felt warm.
After dinner, Mo Chen was called out by Ye Jiuliang.
The cold wind stirred the leaves, rustling softly.
The rain had stopped, filling the air with a faint scent of grass and trees.
Brushing the fallen leaves off the stone bench, Ye Jiuliang sat down directly.
Looking up, the young man was still standing outside the pavilion.
His hands were pressed tightly to his sides, his back straight, looking like he was bracing himself for a scolding.
Ye Jiuliang couldn't help but laugh, "What are you standing there for, come over and sit."
Mo Chen acknowledged with an "Oh," climbed the steps, and sat down opposite her.
"Let's chat," Ye Jiuliang said as she twisted the cap off a juice bottle and handed one to him.
"First things first, you can skip any question you don't want to answer, but I won't listen to lies."
Upon hearing this, Mo Chen's heart started to pound.
