That whistling sound blew for a total of eight times.
Madam née Feng knew that she could not delay any longer, so she quickly turned around to leave with her group of Passionless Palace disciples.
***
*Boom!*
A clap of thunder outside startled Qiao Mu awake, and she slowly opened her eyes in the dark.
She turned her head and saw the downpour outside the window, accompanied by lightning and thunder. A blinding flash would intermittently light up the black night.
The little fellow turned her face back and lay on the sleeping Crown Prince Mo. She pressed her lips together and stared at him in a trance.
How could there be such a perfect person born so handsome?
How fortunate was she to meet such a person in this lifetime?
If she had let him slip by back when she was seven…
Qiao Mu's heart clenched, simply fearing to imagine such a possibility!
