The bottle of medicine Mo Yujian was holding crashed to the ground and the pills inside it fell out. Mo Yujian's fingers twitched and he bent down to pick it up. Pick up the bottle and the pill one by one. Slowly, taking his time like a snail.
Ouyang Xueqing didn't press him. She just stared silently, but Mo Yujian felt the intensity of her gaze on his back. He almost broke out in cold sweat.
He knew that the day would come. No, it was actually just an imagination. Sometimes, he liked to imagine how she would react if she knew that Mo Yujian and Yu Jingzhi were the same person. In what situation would she find it out? Would she get angry? Would she condemn him for lying?
But at that time, Mo Yujian was pessimistic, thinking that their fates had been severed and they wouldn't meet ever again.
Never would he imagine…
