Coming home to Mu Qing was always a gamble. You rather get a bad mood or a good mood Mu Qing.

Today, the palace was dark, candles lighting the stairwell as you walked up to his bedroom, red petals laying on them.

Slowly, you opened his bedroom door, Mu Qing was sitting on the bed. A light smile graced his lips as he saw you enter the candle lit room. Petals littered on the floor. He stood up.

"Welcome back, darling.."

He murmured, reaching forward and playing with your hair.