Nangong Mu'er's Sorrow

The night was hazy.

Sparse moonlight spilled over Nangong Residence.

On a narrow path,

Chen Mo followed behind Nangong Jinse, step by step, without saying a word.

Suddenly, Nangong Jinse turned around with a smile. "Husband, you don't need to worry about me. I'm fine."

Chen Mo smiled. "Jinse, if you're sad, just say it. You don't have to keep it bottled up."

Nangong Jinse took two quick steps to Chen Mo, grabbed his hand, and held it against her chest. She said softly, "Husband, you really don't need to worry. I'm truly fine. So many years have passed—I got through it long ago."

"Really?" Chen Mo was still somewhat unconvinced.

"Of course it's true. What do I have to say for you to believe me?" Nangong Jinse said.

"Unless you kiss me and prove it."

Nangong Jinse shot Chen Mo a coy glare. "How can a kiss prove anything?"

Even so, she kissed Chen Mo.

Then she took the initiative to hug him and slowly said, "I'm all right. I'm more worried about my older—no, younger sister. She's younger than me. Don't be fooled by how optimistic she seems. Deep down, she's more fragile than anyone."

"Because she was a stepdaughter, she worked harder than anyone and competed with me at every turn, all so he would value her more.

"But she never expected that she was his biological daughter too."

"Ah, life is unpredictable. What a mess," Chen Mo sighed.

"Hm?" Nangong Jinse raised her head slightly to look at Chen Mo, puzzled. "Husband, what did you say? What do you mean, life is unpredictable?"

"Nothing." Chen Mo stroked Nangong Jinse's silky hair, then said, "Now that things have come to this, how do you plan to handle your relationship with him as father and daughter?"

"I don't