Sima You Yue looked at Mo Zhi vigilantly, mentally assessing how likely it was to quietly kill him.
"You are not Murong Xi." Mo Zhi did not answer her question. He was not worried about the killing intent in her eyes, she seemed very calm, and the smile on the corner of her mouth did not change.
"If I am not Murong Xi, then who am I?" Sima You Yue did not admit, "Did we know each other before?"
"I don't know who you are, but I know you are not Murong Xi. A person, even if he loses his memory, will not change his temperament." Mo Zhi said affirmatively, "Or, you can tell me who you are. "
"I am Murong Xi," she said.
"If you say so." Mo Zhi didn't care about her answer, "I know it in my heart anyway."
"..." Then what else was there to talk about?
