"The Prince has always been oblivious to matters of the heart, keeping his distance from all women. Now that he's finally come to his senses, it's a cause for great celebration. Surely, if the Empress were aware, she would be very pleased."
Mo Mei easily wriggled free from Long Xuanmo's embrace and sat down at the table's edge, maintaining a three-step distance from him, "Prince, I have something to tell you."
Suddenly bereft of her soft, warm fragrance, Long Xuanmo felt a pang of melancholy in his heart. Especially as Ah Jiu had reverted to her distant and indifferent demeanor, his gaze involuntarily darkened.
However, upon the thought that Ah Jiu was still alive, that he could still see and touch her, and particularly the fact that he had just kissed her—albeit briefly and lightly—without her resistance, he deemed it a significant step forward. It was enough to prove that his relationship with Ah Jiu was slowly drawing closer.