Mo Shu smiled gently with grace, then, under the admiring and astonished gazes in the hall, walked out.
Today, Mo Shu was dressed in an appropriate and solemn manner. Her dark red attire was adorned with intricate dark patterns, and her hair ornaments were simple yet luxurious, yet not at all old-fashioned.
This attire, instead, set off Mo Shu's transcendent aura, making her appear even more noble and pure.
In the shadows, Yu Siqiao saw this, and his eyes darkened with intensity.
She was truly extraordinarily beautiful.
Not just the physical appearance.
But also her every smile, every move, seemed to pull at his soul, making him involuntarily enchanted, haunted day and night.
Clearly, she was merely a woman who had already birthed twins.
Yu Siqiao felt a bit frustrated, yet he was still willingly drowning in that admiration, unable to extricate himself.
If only, he could see those two children again, it would be even better.
