An Old Saying Goes: When a Woman Pursues a Man, It's Only a Thin Veil Apart; When a Man Pursues a Woman, It's Like Climbing a Mountain

The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the night was deep and still.

The quiet little courtyard had completely settled into peace, and no voices or carriage traffic remained on the street outside.

Only the evening breeze gently brushed past the window lattice, bringing faint rustling sounds.

Li Changsheng ultimately found himself unable to refuse such warm hospitality and agreed to stay the night.

Jiang Nannan's mother was overjoyed and personally prepared a clean, elegant guest room in the west wing.

The bedding was laid out neatly, and every necessity was provided, as though she feared showing the slightest neglect.

After settling Li Changsheng in, mother and daughter returned to the main bedroom together to rest.

The candlelight in the room was dim, yet warmly inviting, shutting out the night beyond the courtyard and forming a private, tender little world of its own.

Having removed their outer garments, they lay side by side on the soft bed.

The day's running about and the night's bustle gradually faded away, allowing the countless thoughts accumulated in their hearts to finally rise to the surface.

The room was silent, with only the steady, gentle breathing of mother and daughter remaining.

After a moment, Jiang's mother was the first to turn onto her side. Using the faint candlelight, she looked at her daughter beside her, whose brows and eyes were heavy with worry, then spoke softly in a gentle yet certain tone:

"Nannan."

"Mother knows what is in your heart."

"You feel differently about Changsheng."

Jiang Nannan's heart trembled. Her cheeks instantly reddened, and she instinctively clutched the bedding tighter as she murmured softly, "Mother..."

"No need to be shy."

Jiang's mother chuckled and earnestly advised her, "Your mother may be ordinary, but I have the sharpest eye when it comes to