C31

The afternoon light fell on the two people in the room, on their long eyelashes, on the books in their hands, and on their cheeks.

Mo Gu Han raised his hand and gently took away the hand that was right in front of him. He played with it, occasionally pinching his smooth nails or pinching his slender fingers. He wanted to laugh and ask, "What's wrong now?"

No one had ever treated him this way before. Gu Moyan raised his head to look at him and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a light knock on the door.

He had thought that the person who had followed him just now would tactfully stop following him when he saw that he had ignored him. He didn't expect him to be so persistent. Mo Gu Han frowned slightly, but it was barely noticeable as it disappeared in a flash. He agreed.

Gu Mo Yan didn't care who was outside. He pushed aside the book in front of Mo Gu Han and tried to squeeze into his arms.

Mo Gu Han took the opportunity to hold Gu Mo Yan in his arms, and placed his chin on Gu Mo Yan's head. Smelling his hair, he looked at the person who came in from the outside, and slightly narrowed his eyes, as he held Gu Mo Yan tightly in his arms.

"Emperor." Xi Men Qing stepped forward and respectfully looked at Mo Gu Han, who was sitting in front of the table.

"What is it?"

"This subject came to look for Young Master Gu. I saw him in the palace a few days ago, and when I returned home, I was in high spirits. I came to the palace today, so I gave it to Young Master Gu." Xi Men Qingfeng did not look up. He kept his head down and slowly revealed his purpose of coming here. It was as if he did not see Gu Mo Yan and Mo Gu Han's actions.

"Okay, leave it here." Mo Gu Han raised his head slightly and placed the book on top of the table. Then, he lowered his head and asked the person in his embrace, "You don't want to thank him?"

Gu Mo Yan asked. He hastily lifted his head to take a look in front of him. His gaze was still on the painting. After a while, he lowered his head again and leaned into Mo Gu Han's embrace.

"There's no need for that. This subject gave it to you voluntarily. There is no need to thank me. This subject will take his leave." Before the black-robed man could respond to his words, he turned around and walked out of the hall in a disorderly manner.

In the end, he was still a young boy. Sometimes, it was only because of the impulsiveness of his youth that he discovered that he had made a mistake.

With that, Gu Mo Yan suddenly sat up from the bed, as if he was in a dream. His heart suddenly tightened. Wasn't the canvas picture scroll in his dream the same one he had seen in the corner yesterday? His white clothes gave him a sense of familiarity.

Gu Moyan wiped the sweat off her forehead and gasped for air. No matter how hard she tried to look, she couldn't see clearly who the person in the dream was. It was as if there was a layer of blurry paper covering him, making him unable to see anything.

Gu Moyan, on the other hand, was more alive in the dream than he was. He lay on the bed, recalling the warmth the man had shown him in the dream. Even in the dream, he could feel how happy Gu Moyan had been at that time.

It's just a pity …

Gu Moyan got up early and ate some porridge, then went back to her room to busy herself with some food.

Zi Ye stood guard outside the door, wondering what the Empress, who hadn't made any big movements in the past few days, was doing inside. But no matter what he was doing, it was still better than standing at the window all day long.