Xiao Youlan stood not far away, tall and graceful, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. He was smiling, his gaze fixed softly upon Nan Xueyin.
The evening light was dim, the air perfectly still, and the moonlight poured down like water. Yet, Nan Xueyin felt that even the moonlight could not compare to the tenderness in his eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, quite beyond her control.
"Why stop kicking?" Xiao Youlan asked with a smile.
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