When Mu Houchu came back to the room, Xin He was already curled up in the blanket like a lazy kitten, seemingly sleepy. Her face still had a few intoxicating red blushes, peaceful and lovely, Mu Houchu sat down by the bed, and gently stroked her cheek, whispering, "Xin He."
Xin He hadn't fallen asleep yet, and responded in a drowsy manner: "Hmm?"
"Are you mad at me?"
Xin He found this question strange, opened her eyes, blinking at him: "What happened?"
"About Duan Lan." Mu Houchu looked at her, his eyes emotionless, incredibly calm.
"What about him?" Xin He asked, playing dumb.
Mu Houchu pinched her cheek: "I saw the family letter your dad sent you."
Xin He's eyes flickered, then, propping herself up, she asked: "What happened?"
Mu Houchu noticed her slight nervousness, sighed silently, held her in his arms, clutching her hand, asking: "So, you knew about Duan Lan and Li Junyan's marriage?"
Xin He looked at him: "Yes."
Mu Houchu smiled softly: "Why didn't you say anything?"