Mung bean pastries, Nü'er Hong—these made Mo Xian think of Mu Tang. And of the puppet show Mu Tang had performed. An assassin? So that was the knot tied deep within Mu Tang's heart. Besides, Mo Xian remembered how she had been mistaken for an assassin the very first time she met him.
Today, Mu Tang had treated her with unusual kindness. Why? The more she thought about it, the more Mo Xian felt a chill run down her spine.
Today, Mo Xian seemed to have accomplished nothing, wandering about in a daze, her mind foggy. It was like being drunk—so blissfully unreal, it felt like a dream.
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