Mu Ruyue shouldn't have agreed to him, yet, faced with the youth's hopeful gaze, she found herself unable to refuse, seemingly unwilling to see the disappointment in his eyes.
At that moment, Mu Ruyue couldn't help but remember the child who had been abducted by Nangong Zifeng.
Truth be told, even now, she had no clear impression of the delicate and lovely child; the only time she had seen that child's face, fair as jade, had been in Nangong Zifeng's memory.
The current Zi Qianjing unexpectedly reminded her of that little one sealed away by Nangong Zifeng, especially those eyes that were strikingly similar, making it impossible for her to refuse such a small request...
Zi Qianjing's eyes dimmed as he let out a wry laugh.
His mother didn't remember him, and her deep affections were for his father—how could she easily embrace another man? He had only made such an excessive request because he missed the warmth of the embrace he'd once had...
"I'm sorry, I overstepped."
