Qiao Muyun didn't say anything more, just fell silent for a moment. The air quieted along with him. Zi Ruoxi felt a little sleepy, but… she still held back the urge to leave.
After a while.
"Come away with me." That low voice floated in the air. Not lively, but carrying a faint sadness.
"What?" Zi Ruoxi asked back in surprise, almost unable to believe her ears. But she had clearly heard him—he meant leaving… Her eyes widened, flickering with shifting light, her slender brows knitting slightly as she murmured, "Why? Isn't it good here?"
"No special reason. When you stay too long, you're afraid you'll get used to it, so… I want to leave." Qiao Muyun spoke slowly, pulling out a reason that sounded reasonable enough, neat and tidy, with no obvious holes.
