The moonlight is hazy, the clear brilliance like gauze...
Mu Qingge waited in Fusha City for three days. During these three days, Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen would come to find her every day, but they were all sent away.
It's not that she didn't want to see them, but she had already guessed what they wanted to say, so there was no need to meet again.
Jiang Li leaned against the window, body resting on the wall, watching Mu Qingge standing in front of the window.
Mu Qingge gazed at the moonlight outside the window, her hands behind her back, her fingertips gently rubbing the Exquisite Finger Ring on her right index finger. From her expression, it was impossible to discern what she was thinking.
Fortunately, Jiang Li was also too lazy to think, and usually, she would ask directly.
"What are you thinking?"
