As dusk faded and night fell, the third floor of the Autumn Water Pavilion remained unlit.

Li Mo sat casually in the middle of the soft couch, while Ying Bing leaned against the side, her legs crossed, her small feet swinging, and her beautiful eyes flickering in the darkness.

She noticed that when Li Mo spoke, his eyes looked hungry, even though he had just eaten.

Aunt Gu's grandson, who was Li Mo's child.