Yun Chunnuan felt colder the more she thought about it.
The more she thought, the more crooked her mind became.
She even imagined the scene of that tall, muscular man, shirtless, entangled with another woman!
'Bang—'
Yun Chunnuan put down the bowl. She couldn't eat the stir-fried eggs with chives that had been making her mouth water.
It felt as though a thorn was lodged in her throat, making it ache.
A tear inexplicably fell from her eyes, landing in the millet rice.
When Qiao'er saw this, her heart was gripped. She quickly set down her chopsticks, "Princess, don't cry! When you cry, it makes me feel bad too! The General probably really has some urgent matters; after all, he just returned..."
The little White Wolf beside them whined and wagged its tail, seemingly sensing its owner's sadness.
Yun Chunnuan sniffed and vigorously wiped her eyes, "Who's crying! Why would I cry? How could I cry! You're mistaken!"
