The air grew thick with unspoken tension between them, heavy and suffocating.
Qu Tan'er fluttered her eyelashes slightly and quickly glanced at him, but all she saw was Mo Liancheng resting with his eyes closed, looking as relaxed as ever. Her lips twitched as if she wanted to speak, but when the words reached her mouth, she swallowed them back down forcefully.
"Whoa."
The carriage came to a halt.
"Master, we've arrived." Yu Hao jumped out of the carriage, lifted the curtain, and waited for the occupants to disembark.
Mo Liancheng gave Qu Tan'er a fleeting glance, uninterested, and got off the carriage alone.
"..." Qu Tan'er shrugged, feeling unlucky; she hadn't offended anyone, yet was continually ignored. It wasn't a pleasant feeling.
She thought that once she got off the carriage, entered the Eighth Prince Manor, and returned to her Snow Courtyard, everything would be over. But... her thoughts were too optimistic, and things didn't turn out as she imagined.