The Past of Ning Xin (1)

"Yes, Master."

A servant made an obeisance and responded respectfully.

...

That night.

The moonlight was as cool as water.

Yun Qingya stood in the courtyard, with his hands on his back, his cool and clear eyes staring into the night sky, a faint smile on his lips. Suddenly, a cyan cloak was draped over his shoulder. He turned around and saw a beautiful girl behind him, and his face softened.

"Since you haven't fully recovered, you'd better not expose yourself to the wind."

Ning Xin faintly smiled, "Brother Yun, what were you thinking about?"

Hearing her question, Yun Qingya turned his eyes to the dark night once again and sighed gently. "I was thinking that if my brother and sister-in-law were still alive, they would feel proud of Little Feng'er' s achievements today."