It was as if a sudden enlightenment had poured into his mind, clearing up all the doubts in Long Xuanmo's heart.

Why had he always avoided other women, even detested them, yet felt differently toward Ah Jiu alone.

When Ah Jiu wasn't by his side, he would think of her while dealing with official duties during the day and dream of her at night, standing on the porch of his loft in The Capital, gazing in the direction of Yangliu village, wondering what she was doing at that moment.

When Ah Jiu was with him, seeing her happy made him happy; her frowns brought him worry; when she was mad and avoided sight, he felt restless. Often, a single glance or a smile from her would fill him with boundless joy…

All these feelings that made his heart anxious were just for one reason!

I like her!

Long Xuanmo was stunned, staring intently at the smiling face radiant as a flower, overwhelmed by his own sudden, soul-stirring realization.

He couldn't look away, at this moment, those enchanting, bewitching emotions were growing within him, like wild grass thriving in spring, with every leaf crying out to grow faster.

After greeting Long Xuanmo, Yang Mengchen happily watched the sunrise on the horizon.

In her past life, she had visited Wuyue Shan Mountain but sadly never witnessed a sunrise. Jin Xiaoya once joked that only those with good fortune could see a sunrise, and believing she lacked it, Mengchen had always felt regretful.

Yet today, she had seen the sunrise, so beautiful, so resplendent, and warm. She felt as if she was basking in a dreamy world, her body and soul extremely content and relaxed.

Mengchen felt puzzled after not hearing Long Xuanmo speak for a long time; as she turned around, she met his gaze.

In those pitch-black eyes, her entire figure was reflected, as if from the beginning of creation, her image had always been there, and only her image.

When she woke up to find herself leaning on Long Xuanmo's shoulder, she felt shocked and uncertain. When had she let down her guard around Long Xuanmo? She didn't know and didn't want to know. Thus, taking advantage of Long Xuanmo's unawareness, she quietly stood up and moved herself three steps away from him.

Long Xuanmo quietly watched her, as if he had seen her for a thousand ages.

If every morning he could see Ah Jiu, would there be no more restless, lonely nights? Would there be no more exile in dire straits? Would there be no more desolation in facing hundreds of lives alone, with no one to share in joy and misfortune?

The empty heart was gradually filled with warmth and tenderness. In this life, no, in the next life, and in lives thereafter, he would never let go of Ah Jiu's hand! Never!

Seeing confusion, realization, shock, and joy gradually flash in Long Xuanmo's eyes, settling into a clear, bright, firm, and fervent state, Yang Mengchen felt a wave of anxiety surge through her heart, spreading instantly to every limb.

She wasn't a naive, ignorant girl. She had experienced the bloom of a budding romance and had known a love that engraved deep into her bones. She naturally understood the deep meaning within Long Xuanmo's gaze.

But her heart, which had died with that love, couldn't be revived; she wouldn't allow her heart to come back to life, unless…

"We should head back home."

Seeing Long Xuanmo's lips move as if he was about to speak, Yang Mengchen quickly spoke up first, then called to Hai Tang to walk down the mountain.

Watching her leave without looking back, Long Xuanmo felt a sense of loss and bitterness rise within him. He refused Mo Yun's and Mo Lei's offer to help and remained motionless, seated on the large stone.

Even as Mo Yun and Mo Lei felt disgruntled, they understood she was the one who mattered most to the Prince; they could not, and dared not express any complaint.

"Miss, the Prince is still sitting there without moving," Hai Tang whispered to Yang Mengchen with a lowered voice.

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