Mu Qingge's carefree and straightforward departure shattered the romantic feelings that had just risen in Qin Jinhao's heart. His eyes darkened slightly, pondering something unknown.
In flowing white robes, Bai Xiyue slowly approached Qin Jinhao, gracefully curtsying and softly saying, "Xiyue is grateful to Prince Rui."
The beautiful woman like still water was right in front of him, her willow-like figure making Qin Jinhao temporarily forget Mu Qingge's odd behavior. He raised his hand to help Bai Xiyue up.
The delicate touch, trembling like a startled little animal, stirred something in Qin Jinhao's heart, adding a layer of strange emotion to his cold eyes.
At this moment, Bai Xiyue's heart was not calm either.
She indeed admired the godlike Prince Rui, but rarely had the chance to meet him, let alone such skin-to-skin contact as now. Suddenly, her fair and translucent cheeks turned red, like a freshly bloomed peach blossom, adding a captivating allure.
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