Love is as vast as the Milky Way, impossible to cross.

As night fell, Liu Shiyin finished her bath and stepped out of the bathroom.

Upon entering the bedroom, her eyes were met with a mountain of clothes. These clothes seemed to be an unbreakable emotional bond between her and Huo Muchen. Whenever she saw these clothes, she couldn't help but think of Huo Muchen.

Her thoughts drifted back to last night, to that sweet and shy moment.

Huo Muchen's kiss was gentle and affectionate, as if a pebble had been thrown into the lake of her heart, stirring up ripples.

She sighed softly, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart.

However, from the first rays of sunlight in the morning until the night fell, one figure lingered in Liu Shiyin's mind—Huo Muchen.

Her thoughts seemed to be deeply drawn to him, unable to extricate herself.

At this moment, Liu Shiyin felt an indescribable sense of frustration, as if her emotions could not find an outlet and could only linger and entangle in the depths of her heart.

Just as she was lost in her memories, her phone rang, interrupting her reverie.

She picked up her phone and saw the name flashing on the screen—Huo Muchen—and a surge of inexplicable excitement welled up inside her.

“Hello, Mr. Huo,”

Have you rested yet?

Huo Muchen's voice came from the other end of the phone, deep and magnetic.

"not yet,"

Liu Shiyin answered softly.

"Come to the back garden,"

Huo Muchen's voice seemed to possess a certain magic, making people involuntarily want to follow in his footsteps.

Liu Shiyin didn't ask any further questions. She simply hung up the phone silently, got up, and walked towards the back garden. Her heart was racing, as if some unknown force was pulling her in, making it impossible for her to resist.

As soon as Liu Shiyin walked in, Huo Muchen immediately noticed the thin coat she was wearing, and the dress underneath looked particularly frail in the night.

He frowned and asked with concern:

"Why are you dressed so lightly? Aren't you cold?"

Liu Shiyin gently shook her head, a smile playing on her lips:

"It's alright, it's not too cold."

Huo Muchen looked at her, a hint of helplessness and doting in his eyes. He took off his coat and gently draped it over Liu Shiyin's shoulders, his movements tender and natural.

"You should put this on; the night air is still a bit chilly."

Feeling the warmth on her shoulder, Liu Shiyin felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She didn't refuse, but silently accepted his care.

"You've been drinking,"

Liu Shiyin looked up and asked Huo Muchen. Having just taken a shower, her skin was fair and rosy, her long, flowing hair swaying gently in the breeze, and her bright eyes were fixed on Huo Muchen.

Huo Muchen looked at Liu Shiyin, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes. He nodded gently and answered honestly:

"Well, I drank a little."

"You should drink less in the future. You smelled of alcohol on you when you were injured yesterday."

Liu Shiyin pouted and said:

"I didn't drink yesterday, a bottle was hit on my head,"

"Also, I rarely drink alcohol,"

Huo Muchen quickly explained, his tone somewhat aggrieved.

"Huh? Why did the bottle hit my head?"

Liu Shiyin was somewhat surprised and worried after hearing Huo Muchen's words.

Huo Muchen didn't know how to explain for a moment. He scratched his head and said in a low voice:

"It's nothing, just a small argument with a drunk."

Liu Shiyin smiled at his expression and didn't press him further. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she continued:

"You bought so many clothes, can you return them? So many clothes must have cost a lot of money, and I don't even have time to wear them."

"Any clothes will fit, and they're all your size. If you don't like them, I'll take you to buy something else another day."

Huo Muchen said nonchalantly,

"That's not what I meant, what I meant was..."

Liu Shiyin was anxious to explain, but Huo Muchen interrupted her.

"Alright, stop worrying about those clothes. I'll take you to see something."