Chen Mo chuckled softly, unsure how to respond, and after a moment, said, "Isn't it because I missed you?"
Ye Wanqiu had a good temper, gentle like the spring waters of March, coupled with a meek nature, she even seemed somewhat acquiescent.
The previous events had scared her quite a bit. Now, hearing Chen Mo's tender words, she gradually forgot about what had just happened. Her snow-white skin still held a tinge of blush as she whispered, "Did nothing happen to you outside the palace?"
"What could possibly happen to me..." Chen Mo waved his hand behind him, the candlelight flickered, and he took out rouge from his robe to give to Ye Wanqiu, "Wanqiu, this is a gift I specially picked for you, see if you like it?"
Chen Mo gave a light laugh and sat down by the bedside.
Ye Wanqiu glanced at it a few times, it was indeed a color she liked. Actually, she didn't place much importance on things like rouge; what she sought was peace of mind.
