C322 He Was Unwilling

It was drizzling and the air was cold.

The lonely moon hung in the sky, exuding a faint but enchanting light.

As Mo Qingge paced about in the courtyard, she glanced at the moon in the sky, which was about to reach its peak, and felt a sense of loss.

It's been five or six days. Even if he doesn't return, he should at least send a letter back, right?

She gloomily sat on the steps