After dinner, Mu Ningxue was about to clear the dishes and take them to the kitchen, but Mo Xie stopped her.
"Come on. Since you cooked, I'll wash up. Go sit on the sofa and rest."
With that, Mo Xie carried the plates and bowls into the kitchen, ran some hot water, and began washing them.
Mu Ningxue watched him working in the kitchen, tenderness entering her eyes. Warmth spread through her heart. It was a scene she had sometimes imagined.
On the nights when the cold had eaten away at her and tormented her, she used to picture a comforting life. If she had not been born into the Mu Clan, if she had been born into an ordinary family...
Then perhaps she would have lived with Mo Xie, married him, had children, and spent her life loving him.
But that had only ever been a fantasy. After what happened in Tianshan, though, Mu Ningxue had begun to see her future differently. More than anything, Mo Xie had pulled her out of the dark mire and shown her a glimmer of hope.
Ever since Little Evil came into my life, things have been getting better. I really should thank him properly...
At the thought, Mu Ningxue placed a hand over her chest and felt her heartbeat. She stood there, lost in thought for a moment.
"What are you thinking about? Does your chest hurt?"
A gentle voice sounded beside her ear. Mu Ningxue looked up and saw Mo Xie wiping his damp hands with a tissue as he sat down beside her on the sofa, watching her with a puzzled expression.
Meeting his deep, captivating eyes, she slowly came back to herself. She shook her head and said softly,
"I'm fine. I was just thinking about something."
Seeing Mu