Only now, it's missing the gentle tone that Pei Ye was accustomed to, and the manner of the sentences has changed, as if spoken by someone else through the same voice.
"Miss Nan, where are you taking me?" Pei Ye muttered.
"Shengjing."
"Miss Nan is telling lies."
"Young Master Pei is speaking nonsense."
Pei Ye closed his eyes for a moment: "Just last night, Miss Nan would answer every question."
"Sharing a drink with one's lord, even tides of emotions rise and fall."
"I offered my heart to the bright moon, but alas, the moon shines upon the ditch."
"..." Nandu glanced at him, a man with pale lips and face, eyes covered, snow falling on him like a corpse.
She lifted her hand, brushed away the snowflakes, turned to look at the perilous and distant road ahead, speaking coldly: "Young Master Pei is only looking at the perfect and gentle lord within his heart, which has little to do with me."
