graceful

Late at night, Prime Minister’s Mansion.

Mo Ning sat on the bed blankly, looking at the letter in his hand.

If he had received Bai Yuer's letter a month ago, even if it only contained one word, he would have been so happy that he would not be able to sleep for three days and three nights.

But now, just looking at these three words can make him feel nauseous and self-loathing. He wants to destroy and smash everything to vent the hatred in his heart.

There was not a single candle lit in the dark hall. The room was only illuminated by the dim moonlight outside the window, but it was still enough to barely allow people to see things.

Crunch!

The door of the palace was gently opened. Since the last time Mo Shuang came to see Mo Ning, Mo Ning began to talk and started to eat.

The Prime Minister was not so opposed to Mo Shuang coming to visit his brother.

So she can come and go freely.

Turning around and closing the door gently, Mo Shuang saw the paper in Mo Ning's hand, his eyes still dull.

Curve your lips slightly.

His expression changed in an instant.

"Brother, it's so dark, why don't you light a lamp? Reading at night is bad for your eyes. Shuang'er will light a lamp for you."

As he spoke, Mo Shuang picked up the tinder and was about to light the candle.

But before he could do anything, he heard Mo Ning's trembling voice filled with panic and anger.

"No, don't turn on the light, don't turn on the light! I don't need any light, it's fine like this, don't turn on the light, do you hear me!!"

At the end, Morning's voice even had a hint of a roar.

It seemed as if a small matter like lighting a lamp was enough to cause him to have a mental breakdown.

Mo Shuang just said it casually, afraid that he would get too emotional, so she quickly raised her hands.

"Okay, brother, don't get excited. Shuang'er won't light the lamp. Shuang'er is just worried about you so she comes here to talk to you. Don't be afraid, brother. Shuang'er won't light the lamp! So can Shuang'er sit here and accompany you for a while?"

Morning didn't say anything, nor did he refute.

But Mo Shuang knew that this was a signal that he agreed.

The royal hunting incident had caused too much trouble in front of the children of officials in the capital, and Mo Ning was no longer the glorious son of the prime minister as before.

As soon as he goes out, he is followed by a bunch of flattering friends.

Nowadays, he is afraid that whenever he shows up, he will be faced with obscene scrutiny and vulgar looks.

Mo Ning was too lonely, so Mo Shuang, the sister he always looked down upon and hated, could get close to him like she is now.

They looked at each other speechlessly.

Mo Shuang changed the subject and spoke in a gentle voice.

"What is that thing in my brother's hand? I feel like he became unhappy after seeing it. If it's convenient for me to talk to Shuang'er, Shuang'er is willing to share my worries with you."

"Of course, if you don't want to, Shuang'er can just sit and talk with brother for a while."

Mo Shuang's words and actions did not show any sign of causing anyone to doubt his motives.

In fact, when Bai Yuer's letter arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, she already knew the contents of the letter.

As for coming here now, it was just to test Morning's attitude.

Sure enough, Mo Ning didn't say anything and rolled up the letter tightly.

But it seemed as if he had been suppressing his emotions for too long, with no one to talk to, and it felt like a thousand-pound rock was pressing down on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

So, after a long while, Mo Ning spoke slowly in a hoarse voice like a bellows in a broken cage.

"Shuang'er."

Mo Shuang answered promptly.

"Yes, brother, Shuang'er is here. Is there anything you want to say to Shuang'er? Shuang'er is listening."

Mo Shuang's performance made Mo Ning, who already felt insecure, feel warm in his heart for the first time in a long time, and even a trace of guilt arose from the bottom of his heart.