All the pain he had experienced would become an impenetrable armor on his body.
Ahen, your mother is proud of you.
After Princess Xinyang's carriage left, Xiao Liulang returned to the courtyard. He closed the gate, bolted it, and when he turned around, he saw someone sitting on the swing set.
The crescent moon was like a hook.
The moonlight softly scattered on her shoulders, and her flowing dress gently swayed in the night breeze.
Xiao Hen glanced at her small back and walked over. The night was deep, everyone had gone to sleep, and the tranquility of the night was exceptionally soothing.
He also lowered his voice, "Not sleeping yet?"
Gu Jiao was holding onto the swing ropes with both hands, tilting her head to look at him. Her eyes sparkled, as if gathering the starlight from the Milky Way, "Happy?"
Xiao Hen was taken aback, then quickly realized she was referring to reconciling with Princess Xinyang. He hummed in response, "Happy."