"Xiao Mo."
It was early morning.
Daylight had barely broken when Tushan Jingci abruptly sat up in bed.
Putting on her little shoes, Tushan Jingci hurried out of bed and ran out of her room.
When she pushed open the door and saw the figure meditating in the courtyard, a sweet smile filled her eyes.
"Xiao Mo, you're back!"
Tushan Jingci skipped forward happily.
It was as though the girl's entire world had brightened.
Xiao Mo withdrew his focus and opened his eyes, giving Tushan Jingci a faint smile. "Yes, I'm back. Sorry for worrying you yesterday, miss."
"Who was worried about you? I certainly wasn't." Tushan Jingci turned her little head aside, pretending to deny it.
Xiao Mo smiled without saying anything, then closed his eyes and continued absorbing the essence of the morning sun.
Tushan Jingci kept watching Xiao Mo.
She did not know whether she was imagining it, but she felt that Xiao Mo had grown even better-looking.
And there was something wonderfully comforting about the aura he gave off.
"Jingci."
Just as Tushan Jingci was watching Xiao Mo cultivate, she heard Chen Jue's voice.
Tushan Jingci glanced outside the courtyard and saw Chen Jue standing there with his book attendant.
The attendant named Wang Zhong had a bruised, swollen face and bandages around his hand. He looked quite miserable.
Wang Zhong held a box in his arms, though she had no idea what was inside.
At the sight of Chen Jue and Wang Zhong, Tushan Jingci's delicate brows furrowed.
Previously, Tushan Jingci had treated him politely because he had attended her birthday banquet and the Heavenly Demon Country enjoyed good relations with Tushan Manor.
But after yesterday's incident, Tushan Jingci was filled with loathing for him.
Naturally, she no longer welcomed him to her courtyard.
Hearing