Mu Qinian seemed to have long been accustomed to Mu Shuoqian's temperament, silently sliding down the tree with Mei Zi hurriedly catching him.
"Did that hurt you?" His gaze held an undisguised tenderness, which brought a wave of warmth to Gu Qili's heart. It wasn't until she saw Mu Qinian and Mei Zi head to another hawthorn tree that Gu Qili softly said, "I'm sorry about earlier, my tone wasn't good." She walked after them a bit ingratiatingly, "I'll make you bamboo
He glanced at her, turned, and walked away without a word, his expression somewhat sullen.
Gu Qili knew he was angry. He was only scolding Mu Qinian for her sake, but she felt for her son too. Growing up under his cold countenance, the thought alone was pitiable.
"Why don't you stay for lunch?" Gu Qili suggested, hoping to make amends. "I'll cook meat."
