"I came to check on you."
Mu Qingchuan walked into the small pavilion and looked at Mu Qingxue, saying, "Qingxue, why are you still awake so late? Be careful not to catch a cold."
"Brother, I know my own body."
Mu Qingxue gently shook her head and said, "Brother, have the Tang Family people left?"
"They've left, but they've arranged with Grandpa; the fifth of next month is an auspicious day, and they'll marry you into the Tang Family then," Mu Qingchuan said softly.
"Brother, I understand."
After hearing these words, Mu Qingxue's body trembled slightly, and a trace of sadness flashed across her face. She felt uneasy at heart, even a bit lost. Deep down, she hoped that when she was about to marry into the Tang Family, Lu Tianxing would appear like a hero and whisk her away.
