Hearing this chilling voice, seeing these eyes full of frost, Ji Xinhe's entire body shivered.
Seeing her, this little vixen, visibly scared for once, Mu Houchu couldn't help but lift the corners of his lips in amusement. With a quick, sweeping motion, he brought her into his arms and gently said, "I never thought I'd experience such tranquility in my whole life."
Perhaps Mu Houchu's words were strange, or perhaps Ji Xinhe had begun to care about him deep down, wasn't rejecting him anymore, so she didn't think to push him away. Instead, she asked, puzzled, "You weren't at peace before?"
Mu Houchu's voice softened: "Hmm, no peace."
Ji Xinhe found this strange: "But why?"
"Why do you assume that I should have lived in peace?"
"I thought only poor people like us live through hard times. A young master from a wealthy family, growing up surrounded by wealth, how could that person live without peace?"