The temperamental white moonlight is back, and the entire Marquis's family obediently calls him

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you alright?"

Zhou Ming'an quickly squatted down to pick up the flowers. When he looked up, he met the other person's gaze and noticed a look of sorrow between the boy's brows and his eyes were brimming with tears.

"The flowers I just picked..."

Zhou Ming'an was dumbfounded.

This boy is quite handsome, so why does he cry so easily?

She apologized repeatedly, "Don't cry, it's my fault. I... I'll do something to make you feel better."

The boy's nose and eyes were red. Hearing this, he wiped his eyes, pursed his lips, and handed her the basket: "You owe me!"

Lin Shuhui caught up and saw this scene, then smiled somewhat awkwardly: "Let's have the maid pick two more baskets for you..."

"No!" The boy stared stubbornly at Zhou Ming'an, his attitude resolute. "You knocked it over, so you pick it for me!"

"I pick the tenderest and most fragrant flower from the very top of each stem, and I want to watch you pick it."

The boy was afraid she would be lazy and pick the flowers haphazardly, so he had to watch her pick them himself.

Zhou Ming'an gave Lin Shuhui a helpless look: "Shuhui, you go first. I'll come find you after I've paid for this young master's flowers."

Lin Shuhui had no choice but to leave, turning back every few steps.

Zhou Ming'an resigned himself to his fate, took a deep breath, and began picking flowers.

The boy actually stood to the side, watching her every move.

It wasn't anything strenuous, but being stared at like that made Zhou Ming'an a little uncomfortable, so he tried to start a conversation: "I'm from the Marquis of Zhongjing's family, and you are?"

The boy narrowed his eyes, his tone tinged with suspicion: "You wouldn't have deliberately overturned my flower arrangement to get close to me, would you?"

"Of course not!"

Zhou Ming'an defended himself with a shocked expression.

She just asked casually, so how did it make the other person think of all this nonsense?

The boy snorted coldly: "Fine, I knew you wouldn't tell the truth anyway. People like you are always good at playing these kinds of tricks."

"I'll let it go this time, but if it happens again, I'll really lose my temper."

Zhou Ming'an looked at him with a complicated expression for a while, then asked while picking flowers, "Are you some kind of amazing person?"

"I've seen the current crown prince, but he doesn't look like you."

The implication is that even the most esteemed prince in the world isn't as narcissistic as him!

The boy clearly understood the implication, and his face flushed red: "Why are you turning the tables on me!"

"You all know what you're thinking, I just don't want to be so blunt."

Seeing that he was getting more and more excited, Zhou Ming'an also got angry: "What did I mean? I just spilled your flowers, didn't I? I apologized to you, and I'm picking flowers to make up for it now."

"You're not exactly a goddess, do you think I'd fall in love with you at first sight? You're way too self-important. Do you think you can just arrest and interrogate anyone who glances at you twice?"

The boy's eyes widened, and his face turned bright red.

Zhou Ming'an was satisfied with his counterattack and was about to continue his attack when he saw the boy's eyes gradually redden and the mist in his eyes grew thicker.

The next moment, he squatted down and buried his face in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

Zhou Ming'an panicked: "Hey, why are you crying again?"

"You're sixteen years old, aren't you? Why are you still acting like a child..."

Upon hearing this, the boy cried even louder.

Zhou Ming'an quickly looked around. Fortunately, there weren't many passersby. Otherwise, if someone saw her, they would definitely think she was bullying the other person.

If word gets out, wouldn't that only worsen her already bad reputation?

Worried that the other person's crying was too loud and would attract attention, Zhou Ming'an hurriedly tried to coax him, "I said I was wrong, okay? You're good-looking, isn't that enough?"

The boy wiped away his tears and said, "I know I'm handsome! Your compliments won't help. I won't get married. I won't marry anyone!"

Zhou Ming'an: "...Fine, fine, I won't marry you."

Who would want to marry a complete stranger?!

With Zhou Ming'an's forced attempt to comfort him, the boy cried for a while before finally stopping his sobs.

Zhou Ming'an also figured out a pattern: the softer her voice was, the quieter the boy cried.

Seeing that the other person had stopped, Zhou Ming'an handed him a handkerchief: "Are you still watching me pick flowers? There's only half a basket left to fill."

"...No."

After the boy cried, his eyes were completely swollen, but the gloom between his brows had dissipated a lot, as if he had cried out all the unhappiness he had been feeling for a long time.

When he spoke again, he no longer spoke with such barbs and sarcasm as before.

He silently stood up and said, "I'm going back."

Zhou Ming'an looked bewildered: "You're not brewing peach blossom wine anymore?"

The boy shook his head.

After crying, the boy's mind was clearly no longer on this matter.

By the time Zhou Ming'an realized what was happening, he had already walked quite a distance.

Zhou Ming'an glanced down at the flower basket in his hand and quickly called out, "Then, I'll brew another bottle and give you a bottle of wine as compensation!"

The boy paused, neither turning around nor speaking.

Zhou Ming'an took this as tacit agreement, took the flower basket, and turned to leave.

The boy sniffed and, before returning to his mother's side, made a point of washing his face in the small room next door.

But her mother still noticed something was wrong.

"...Luo'er, have you been crying?"

Princess Wenyu felt a pang of pain in her heart and pulled her son's arm: "I told you, your uncle is fine. We adults are here for you. Don't think about these things at such a young age."

Murong Luo shook her head, feigning anger: "It's all because of that sharp-tongued woman! I had just finished picking a basket of peach blossoms when she had to barge in, scattering them all over the ground! She even gave me a lecture!"

"I was so angry with her that I cried."

Wen Yu was both amused and exasperated: "You child, you cried over such a small thing? If word gets out, people will laugh their heads off!"

Murong Luo raised her chin: "I think she's doing it on purpose, trying every possible way to get close to me!"

Wenyu: "..."

She began to wonder if she had been taking her son out to meet girls too frequently lately.

So much so that now, whenever Murong Luo sees a girl, she feels that she's there for her.

This can't go on.

After a moment of silence, Wen Yu couldn't help but ask, "Whose daughter is that? Did you two get along well?"

Murong Luo's eyes widened: "Mother!!"

He couldn't believe that even at this point, his mother still remembered to ask him about this!

Wen Yu coughed lightly.

"I was just asking casually, after all, your uncle also wants to see you settle down and start a family soon, right?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Luo's mood visibly plummeted once again.

Seeing this, Wen Yu sighed softly and stopped talking about it: "Never mind..."

"I'm going out for a walk later, do you want to come?"