"Second brother, is there still time? How would you know if you don't try?"
"Hmm?"
"After all, as husband and wife, there's still a chance to win back Yunshu."
Unexpectedly, Mu Jingnan just shook his head with a bitter smile.
Whether he and Yunshu still have a chance, he knows best in his own heart.
After that slap, all hopes were dashed.
Back to South Wing, the main hall was brightly lit.
Yao Wangshu hadn't slept yet. She was wearing pajamas, hugging her knees on the sofa, her pointy chin resting on her knees.
The TV was playing a movie, but her gaze was scattered, clearly not watching.
"Second young master, you're back."
Hearing the servant's voice, Yao Wangshu came back to her senses. She blinked, her gaze fixed on Mu Jingnan's face as she smiled joyfully, "Jingnan, you're back."
She jumped off the sofa, but after a few steps, due to long hours of sitting, her legs were numb, and she fell into his arms.
Mu Jingnan held her, "Are you okay?"
"Legs... are numb."
