There is no battlefield, no bloodshed, yet he lies on the cool rattan chairs in the courtyard of his mansion. The small courtyard is serene and peaceful.,Her pale, slender hands covered her eyes, though she was no longer dreaming. Yet, the scene from moments ago remained vivid and clear in her mind.,The two of them had met three years ago. Mu Jiu was only thirteen at the time, dressed in a dashing young master's attire during the Lantern Festival. He looked handsome and charming. Lan You went out to admire the lanterns and encountered such a cute young man. The heart of that old woman who had long been deadened by worldly affairs suddenly came alive. She couldn't help but tease him a little.。