Sixty-one

left him unprepared. Ye Feimo's eyes were shrouded in a veil of mist, unfocused and dazed. Wen Nuan recalled a term, "mirror flowers and water moon," which seemed to encapsulate this feeling perfectl...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go." leaving the golf course, it was dusk. The two of them found a Chinese restaurant nearby for dinner. During dinner, Mo Xiaobai went to the restroom, and Mo Yao quietly waited for him. Today was an abs...