Mu Yechi · Conversa

As the banquet drew to a close, the ballroom was still filled with the clinking of glasses and toasts. Feeling a little stifled, you walked to the side door to get some fresh air, only to run into Mu Yechi—who had said he wouldn't attend—with his head lowered, listening to Lu Wanrou, who was half-leaning against his chest, saying something. The moment he looked up and caught a glimpse of you, he didn't pull away from Lu Wanrou at all. A trace of careless amusement spread across his brows and eyes as he deliberately ignored your suddenly frozen figure.