The sky darkened.
Mo Xun walked in from outside, sat by the bed, and looked at her for a while, gently stroking her long hair.
He had thought about letting her go.
But it was no longer possible, so even if it caused pain, he needed her to stay by his side.
Feeling someone stroking her head, Tang ZhiLuo opened her eyes and saw Mo Xun sitting in the twilight, gazing at her tenderly.
When he wasn't angry, he was impeccably dressed and charmingly gentle.
When he was angry, he turned into a beast.
"Awake?" His voice was smooth and warm. "Dinner's ready; I'll carry you out to eat."
She didn't have a choice, and he carried her out, her soft long hair cascading over her shoulders.
The dining table was set with several dishes.
Tang ZhiLuo glanced at them, surprised to see dishes such as celery beef, lotus root soup, lobster, and garlic abalone.
"Did you buy this?" Tang ZhiLuo couldn't be sure. The last time she was upset, Mo Xun had cooked for her, but it had been barely edible.