C82 Jealousy

I love you.

These words fell into the bottom of An Lingge's heart, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, or like a gentle breeze blowing against a willow tree, causing it to throb faintly.

She opened her palm, and a whistle appeared in Mu Junhan's eyes.

"I don't know if the emperor tormented the Hereditary Prince, but I was planning to return the whistle to you