Giving a nod, Qiao Mu quickly picked up the brush and scribbled a voluminous and sentimental letter addressed to him.
After examining it for several minutes, Crown Prince Mo then folded the letter with satisfaction and put it away in the cloth fold in his chest.
He then smiled at her with a gaze so tender that it seemed to melt into spring water. "Qiaoqiao."
Yet for no reason, Qiao Mu's small body involuntarily trembled.
"Will you casually toss me a letter before running off again next time?"
Qiao Mu was obedient and shook her head vigorously. "I won't."
"I just know that my Qiaoqiao is a good girl." Mo Lian pinched her small face before carrying her to the bed.
"I-I was just thinking that you were quite busy recently. I was trying not to inconvenience you." Qiao Mu muttered under her breath, "Besides, I'm so familiar with Hulan Mountain…"
